Poisoned

to good to be true.

i met a girl
in the park
she was drunk
it was dark

she saw my face
then came a grin
i knew for fact
the poison was gin

she ran straight towards me
only stumbled once or twice
i know that it wasn't her
but it really felt nice

as she became sober
interest was diminished
i saw past her poison
but her night has finished



-Trevor Moran