Enough Is Enough

Two AM, the city sighs, a hollow hum,

Lemonade gone, a soul-dark, empty glass.

Vodka's shot, a fleeting, bitter plum,

Love's fragile form, a fragile, whispered pass.

Her presence bursts, a whispered, vibrant grace,

A missing bottle, a shared, aching tear.

Laughter rings, a hollow, frantic chase,

Existential dread, a world held near.

Take me home, from this absurd despair,

Where fleeting joy gives way to endless night,

The concrete's cold, a silent, empty prayer,

My fractured soul, takes flight with morning's light.

🎧CunCute