Hilal Yilmaz

Rookie (Germany)

My Sweet Bottle Of Gin - Poem by Hilal Yilmaz

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.


Comments about My Sweet Bottle Of Gin by Hilal Yilmaz

  • Silver Star - 3,887 Points 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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  • Rookie - 1 Points Carsten Thomsen (1/25/2012 8:34:00 AM)

    ...for the troubled lives of rich kids
    Heads & Bellies full of liquid bread
    (Or Gin) (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, January 25, 2012



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