Alone At A Party

It’s a life kind of thing.

Ancient Age Bourbon

Alone at a party
She decided she wanted to play a character

Someone to replace the drab her
She had been seeing at home in the mirror

So, armed with the magic elixir of Ancient Age,
She burned away her real personality

And while she made no wise choices that night,
She has no regrets, either

For freedom rings, passion blazes,
Youth must live, and mistakes

Have to be experienced

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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