It is only when you roll over <br />in dizzy drunken slumber, <br />with sleepy spittle seeping <br />from your dry mouth, <br />with red wine stained lips, <br />and a smudged rainbow <br />of Makeup upon your face. <br />Does it occur to me, <br />that you look so very different <br />from the girl I was ready to sell <br />my left leg to bed. <br />I only wished I had taken a beer <br />home with me, <br />for these eye's are in need of goggles.<br /><br />Not Long Left<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-very-different-view-from-the-one-last-night/
