Jun 09 2011
Alcohol
You were
blamed
for
my childhood
going from
happy
to
forgotten.
Yet,
you still
taste
so good.
Like
candy.
I can’t
remember
anything
because of
you.
Yet
you still
slide
down my throat.
You cause
me
to get
drunk.
Yet
I’m only
12.
wow that is pretty good
P.S. I’m twelve 2
is everyone on this site 12???
awesum poem
its ok, tho
u survive. thats all that counts
wow it was a good poem
P.S i think 12 is too young of an age to drink… but i understand