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Dirty Drinker
Dirty drinker
Street scum
Tangled hair
Stumbling out alone
Until she finds another home
Uses them like garbage cans
After serviced, onto the next
I detest this face of stone
So coldly gray and wrinkled
Shriveled like she’s out of season
History has marked her
Like a page crinkled
Those sapphire eyes, glazed
She doesn’t want me
No..
She wants love
But
I can’t give what I never received
My dainty hands reject the sins
That dirty drinking hands seek hungrily
I’m sorry, dirty drinker
I’ll love you when you’re ready
To clean up, kick the door
And be the woman you should be
Street scum
Tangled hair
Stumbling out alone
Until she finds another home
Uses them like garbage cans
After serviced, onto the next
I detest this face of stone
So coldly gray and wrinkled
Shriveled like she’s out of season
History has marked her
Like a page crinkled
Those sapphire eyes, glazed
She doesn’t want me
No..
She wants love
But
I can’t give what I never received
My dainty hands reject the sins
That dirty drinking hands seek hungrily
I’m sorry, dirty drinker
I’ll love you when you’re ready
To clean up, kick the door
And be the woman you should be
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