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Hotel Drunk
Contributed by
Marrs
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Monday, 2nd April 2012 @ 11:13:49 AM in AEST
Topic:
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I am crying on the street again
Just as you always suggested
I got therapy too, called sleep and whiskey
Here I sit outside another hotel
Waiting to hear words that are not gonna sing for me
I met this hotel drunk,
he smelled vaguely of you
We sat and talked awhile
And though he lacked in looks and charm
I could not help but to try and brush his arm, to see
if he would pull away
Well he sat still and breathed cold air and smoke
For a moment I forgot I was home
I saw a plane leaving town again
This time I didnt cry as hard
You never heard me say it
But surely you knew... I didnt
Just like John, he said do not let go
Dont let go, he handed me his bottle
Knowing more than us both
Copyright ©
Marrs
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2012-04-02 11:13:49]
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Re: Hotel Drunk
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by TheSimpleton on
Monday, 2nd April 2012 @ 03:18:30 PM AEST
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| I enjoyed this very much. It was very vivid and very sad. It felt like the entire hotel was lonely. Thanks for sharing. |
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