There lies a broken bottle
Shattered on the floor
I drank from it when in love
Now I don’t need it anymore
There Lies A Broken Bottle
There lies a broken bottle
Shattered on the floor
I drank from it when in love
Now I don’t need it anymore
Frank Solanki 
This would be an epic one,if you can add more lines to this poem
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Love this! Good one
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Thank you.
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Thaaaat was unexpected…but it’s a great work in a small size.
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Broken bottle, busted heart,
Cheap liquor, cheaper tart.
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good one, Frank: I did not expect the shortness of this
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There lies a broken bottle
Shattered on the floor
I drank from it when in love
Now I don’t need it anymore
I need to tread the floor with care
When I ‘wake up’ from the bed
The shards wont hurt my sole
Shall prick my heart instead.
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Very much like Bukowski. 🥃
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Love as a broken bottle… on the floor…
in one man’s drunk-no-more
store.
Scattering shards across the internets…
Perhaps liking poems it now abhors?
Could always just put the bottle down
instead of smashing it…
but then perhaps it wouldn’t pour.
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