little bottles, how could I know, that I would come, to love you so; the only thing, that I regret, one thing mentioned, lest I forget, is that before, when you I bought, you only came, in packs of four.
Reason for writing:
stupid drunken ode to alcohol, but what the hell...
Birth sign: Aries
You need to log in to edit this poem if it is yours.
View more poems by zara.