One of the few benefits of alcohol.

So near, yet so far away,
I'm sat thinking hoping you'll stay,
But how can you stay if you're not even here?
How can you say there is nothing to fear?
Imagination often runs wild and free,
When I get drunk or even tipsy,
Sometimes I cry, and then ask myself why,
Other times I fly, like a kite up high,
But right now, I'm pondering on endless thoughts,
Conclusions? None. They remain at nought!



Poetry by Melissa Ormond
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Written on 2012-02-05 at 02:38

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Adrian Wood
I am not being clever or wordy but just thinking that you are clever with your words and this poem more so.
2012-04-19


Blilith
Dear Melissa,

Only the strong cry and show emotion, the weak hide it, they always do.
You still write from the heart, my dear,
sad.
But I liked it.
Take care now...

Love Blilith
*Applause*
2012-02-05


Zalan
A new way of expression...To portrait clear image through intoxicant perspective..and the interconnection of thoughts is very much appreciable...
2012-02-05