Treasure Island

Hilal Yilmaz

(Germany)

My sweet bottle of Gin


Someday i looked up into the bright blue sky.
I couldn't imagine that he could lie.
So i shout to him, why, oh, why do i love him?
No answer, i put the bottle to my mouth.
My sweet bottle of Gin.

Someday i look up into the deep Night.
So cold and dark, with no light.
But i also shouted to her, why, oh, why do i love him?
She didn't shout back, but she showed me his smilin'.
That was enough, to screw the bottle away.
My sweet bottle of Gin.

Submitted: Wednesday, January 25, 2012

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  • Dave Walker (1/25/2012 9:06:00 AM)

    A really great poem, great write. Like it.
    May i invite you to read my new poem called,
    An Angel Cries. (Report) Reply

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