Beau Forrest
A deep Pond,
Alcohol running through his veins,
A stumble here and there,
A smile inside contains.
Can after can,
Do you know who you are?
So drunk you'll fall,
Hit by a moving car.
Fall into deep water,
Friends will always grief
Even though you're gone
Even when you leave.
by
xUnTouchedxSoulxposted on 10/08/2008
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