Hungover Poem by JA. River

Hungover



Morning tears never cease,
life is a beautiful disease.
Sorrows of a lonely friend
dispense onto nail pierced hands.
A smile I beseech thee,
for the sieging few
who live in hues of blue.

Monday, June 9, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: reality
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