| I wrote this poem, well a form of this poem, a few years ago. I found it the other day in one of my poetry books. I decided to take it as it was and expand on it, considering it fit a lot ofhow I have been feeling lately. The top stuff is old, tweaked a little, and the bottom part of it is new. Yes it is confusing in a way, but look at the title. I wrote the first part while I was drunk and really depressed. |
| Words of a Drunk Man I hurt those I care for�.Why?? Why do I do this to them?? Do I really care for them?? Yes�well it depends who, Why do I do this to myself? Why do I bring on these thoughts Of course I love those who I love, There is this girl, I don�t know why But I can�t help caring for her, She is pretty yes, But that hasn�t come into play yet, I don�t care about her looks, She has a good heart, She makes me feel happy, When she doesn�t write, Even for a day, I can�t help missing her, But then I bring myself down again, I say the reason that she hasn�t written is because I scared her away with words I may have said or written, But I know not what I mean, For does she really care for me? Or is it I who have fallen in love with her, Yet again to be hurt as always. |