"It's the middle of the night and he's up wandering around.
He's remembering the good times but that only makes him feel down.
Those good times are gone and he just tries to forget
with a bottle of booze and some girls with no names on the net."
Sometimes loneliness is a choice. Sometimes...
Parfois le soir est si noir, et solitaire.
"Sitting in the dark with a drink in his hand, killing himself slowly."
Dear readers, this is my third book of poems, and inside are a special collection of what have turned out to be not only MY personal favorites, but also the favorites of many of YOU. Some of these have never been available in print before...
Dear readers, this is my third book of poems, and inside are a special collection of what have turned out to be not only MY personal favorites, but also the favorites of many of YOU. Some of these have never been available in print before...
He's remembering the good times but that only makes him feel down.
Those good times are gone and he just tries to forget
with a bottle of booze and some girls with no names on the net."
Sometimes loneliness is a choice. Sometimes...
Parfois le soir est si noir, et solitaire.
"Sitting in the dark with a drink in his hand, killing himself slowly."