You taste like cigarettes and alcohol,
Smell like the fumes of tobacco and booze.
4am you stumble in.
Not the slighest hint you know what you’re saying.
4am you stumble in,
Not a hint of regret.
You forget about your love,
Borderline regret.
You don’t know where you’ve been.
I don’t know who you’ve been,
Little darling actress.
Smile so sweet,
Seductive,
Missing wedding ring.
Nice use of the imagery and the senses in this poem. It really makes the scene crystal clear!
Thanks (:
I like this one!! Where oh where could that ring have got to?
It’s up for the reader to decide
Maybe down the drain–like the relationship.
Aha yes maybe (: