I tried not to fall too deep.
The next thought I have,
thinking about her I've been.
Its fate that she is not with me,
or embarrassed I will really be.
Drunken I may be, this truth I'm writing.
Fall for her maybe, but, what else I rather be?
Is it really my cup of tea?
This is one mixed shot of Gin.
I took another shot and see how it will be,
drunk and dizzy, what am I doing?
Next round on you, stop hide and seek, no more running.
No chance to think, just cheers and toast, care for absolute nothing.
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