Drunk is the night,
Drunk with rain,
Drunk as I am
With ur kisses insane.
Now I cant talk,
Can’t even walk,
Forget about the pen,
Can’t even count till ten.
Drunk is the poetry,
Drunk with rhymes,
Drunk as i am.
I think it is a good time
To tell you how I feel
Just confess,
That the way just one
Wisp of your hair how it
Curls over your cheek,
And strays over your lips,
Makes me mad about you.
For tomorrow in hangover,
With a frightful headache,
In the afternoon
When I wake,
I can laugh and dismiss,
My words
And the sloppy kiss
As the ramblings
Of a drunken man
Reshma Ramesh
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ramblings-of-a-drunken-man/
