The girl on the stool
She was ready to walk away
Glass empty, no reason to stay
Desillusioned, a little blue
Tired of life, of what she knew
Alcohol could not make her forget
Only love but she was afraid to bet
Then, the wind has carried her name
From lips promising sins and flame
Will she succombe to temptation?
Or stay a coward with safe option...
Lucie
16/01/2016
16/01/2016
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