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Drunk in Love


Thought it was about time to let go of my insecurities.
What could be the worst, so decided to face my fears.
Yup, I wrote a damn poem to tell you how I felt.
Put you on a pedestal and danced around like hell.
Cause, I loved the fact could make you laugh and enjoy as well.

 

But Ohh God, I didn't know
You had some made up words
No matter who the person was
Your replies were similar
No baby, you weren't drunk on rum,
When you replied to all my text.
It was my stupid heart that couldn't accept the fact
That I was pretty drunk in your love
Trying to live it back
Thinking maybe I am the one who made all the mess.

 

No, no I had enough of your same lame reasons.
I don't want you to miss me and don't want me to miss you too.
So, hey there baby, I wish you the best.
Have a blast with your new girl and,
If you ever run out of things to say to her, just copy our text.
Cause, I don't wanna be drunk in your love.
No, not again, this time I am gonna leave you once in for all.
No more of the best friend crap.
Though could be mature about all the stuff,
But you blew it like some filthy dirt.

 

So, have fun dear ex best friend,
Cause, I don't wanna be drunk in your love.


P. S. -  Found in my hidden treasure box 😅


~ Kanika Kaushal ✨ The Luminous Muse

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