Happy Birthday

recent birthday poem i made to my old friend

It’s midnight, drunk with a tired voice.

Taking shots while you cry tears of sadness, forgetting your past.

Let's drink. Till my tears go dry with forgetfulness.



I feel dead already, of alcohol drinking me,

cracking my youthfulness in the brim of the sunrise taking over me.

Happy, happy birthday...



The light flickers, dying till it lasts in which we

celebrate our young ages, till we die of a wrinkled time.



A gentle blowing wind, goes against my clothes,

realizing I get thinner and thinner every day,

being of such old age.



It’s midnight, drunk with a tired voice.

Taking shots while you cry of sadness, forgetting your past.

Let's drink. Till my tears go dry with forgetfulness.

Happy, happy birthday… to me.