Sorry for the more negitive aspect to my poetry. I often write about experiences that I've had. This is another one about my best friend Josh.

It's three in the morning,
and he's still not home.
Her heart is braking
because she's alone.

The spirits fill his body quickly,
He feels no sense of responsibility.
His friend's urging makes him party wearily.
Drinking away the night in the city.

A woman can not change his ways.
She mourns to see his mind decline.
His youth has seen such better days.
Times where his future was first in line.

As a friend, a brother without blood,
I tell you the bottle will make you a dud.