I was drunk and she was stoned
In her eyes I saw only sorrow
I was tired, feeling all alone
I asked her to stay till the morrow
She did not smile, just nodded her head
I wondered if she were mentally ill
If she had understood what I had said
Of her, I wanted to drink my fill
I brushed back the hair out of her eyes
From what great pain did she need to hide?
She leant her head upon me and started to cry
It was not to be as I intended it to be
Sobbing softly, she fell asleep eventually
Leaving me to drink, on my own, thankfully.
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