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.
This post was submitted by Layne Frost.
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