I happened to write this poem today in my Bio class. (I'm allergic to anything Mathematical or Scientific, just know that) But before you read it, I think I should brief you about the concept. I've called it 'Bubbles.' Though the title's all joyful and bouncy, the content is quite the contrary. x]. OK, so this is ABSOLUTELY random. Set in England, this poem's about a girl who walks into a bar, gets drunk, finds a fairly attractive man and gives her address and number to him.Then she uhh...doses off (because she's so drunk, remember?) And the guy takes her home and... Well read on to find out:-
Bubbles
As those bubbles,
Went up in the air,
I felt him,
Giving me a little stare,
So I took that pen and put it to paper,
"Give this to that man." I said to the waiter.
Then I saw those bubbles, coming to me.
They haunted my senses, I was no longer free.
I got trapped in the aura of the night,
Too too high, couldn't come down,
I was filled with fright.
Oh you, you made me drown,
Intoxicated to the depths of the ground.
Next thing I knew,
I woke up on a bed,
Zero possibilities,
Of me being dead.
The cop took my hand
and started the story,
A scintillating tale,
Of the loss of my glory.
He took me back to the time
I blacked out.
As he continued,
It cleared all my doubts.
Assumptions of the man,
Who had my address,
Had ripped me off,
My pounds and my dress.
In the hospital,
I lay wrapped in white,
Filled with remorse,
Escape seemed out of sight.
I opened my eyes with a sense of revenge,
Remember 'Molester', I will be avenged. x]
