Poem 1.

I was once a cruel soul,

A cold hearted sucker,

Once a master of deception,

Now the victim for the better,

As I tangle in this complex universe called life,

Drown in the blue of the oceans in your eyes,

Yet, I believe I am drunk writing this,

Though it does not matter,

As I can no longer hold this urge,

The urge to kiss you,

Because I may be drunk tonight,

But you are beautiful,

In the morning I will be sober,

You’ll still be beautiful more than ever.

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