Living in the bottles

On the liquor,on it the more,pour on and pour. Distilled heavily yet he is still sipping joyously all to the bottom of the bottles.

Most get drunk,weary of a new toast follies,jollies took another till they were dunked like a ball,when they fall.

He doesn't walk away frail,with tail within the legs,he pegs the tent pour,energetic as when he walked in,nothing dramatic,he stays more.

He left ,she left,they left ,yet he's left with another,sipped. Lost in the bottle,thought ill ,Probably a rare being because he's  never seen fleeing.

Hoping you are who I used to know because as time went ,seem like we are getting drifted apart with no reason to attract.

But if all changed,i wish we can start again like when we were kids,young and strong..

I am dancing in the dark,till you come back friend,I'll wait till the end.


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