Ramblings of a drunkard...

A drink, a large one should I say

And the sleep follow it with.

Lovely dinner, I should not forget

They seem to place my mind.

They seem to have healing effect.

I seem lot calmer and cheerful

I should, sincerely, accept.

I still miss you

Your thoughts still flood my head

A little pain in heart, and moisten my eyes.

But then aren't they always of deal?

A deal, we called Move On,

Concentrate on career and prosper.

Both you and your family

I have lost rhyme now, but the feelings exist

I may say otherwise, but I still adore you

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