The Hangover

by

Faye Hoffman

The pounding in my head,
reminds me where I've been again.
My body's in great pain,
and then the room begins to spin.

I roll over to the clock,
that's telling me it's three p.m.
I strain to grab a cigarette,
and feel the nausea kick in.

I guess I showed you.
I drank all night,
to get you off my mind,
but these days now I find.

That the hurt in this bottle,
that I'm holding on so tight,
cannot fill the emptiness,
can't ever make things right.

But I'll do it like before.
The same reasons,the same rhyme.
Drinking my pain away,
getting over you in time.

So just for today,I can say,
I won't think of you again.
Because I've found the cure,
the hangover always wins.

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by: Serpentinehb
from: Nottingham, England, UK

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