Its friday night and I want to be drunk
Friday nights cry for that
They demand that from you, to lose it, to live..to love
I want to be in someone's warm arms
Swinging to my moods, the mood of the night
Wear a pretty black dress
And lose myself in the smoke
Its the stubborness of reviving all lost things, that awakens like a ghost in me..
On friday nights like these
When fighting with reality and giving in to drunken stupor seems right
Its crazy that what you once had, torments the very gut of your soul!

4 comments:
The last line tugs at my heart..
nice one...i also superlike the last line...
Its crazy that what you once had, torments the very gut of your soul!
This line stabbed me in my heart.
And about crazy friday nights, that's something I always wanted to write, do.
@Soumya - Its this line which made me write the whole post
@SUB - thank you!
@Wildflower - I will wait for that post :)
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