Seeing as you LOVED my first poem so much (!) I have written another one! Just for YOU!

Nights under the stars, lying in the gutter.

Full glasses, containing another world.

Raunchy sex, forgotten the next day.

Hangovers, repeated every morning.

Lies, cold, unfeeling, hurtful lies.

Lipstick smears, all over the pillow.

Signs of forgotten romances.

Burn out candles on old, dusty pub tables.

Worn down lipsticks, and colourful makeup brushes.

Music, shedded all over the floor.

Broken hearts of young, star-crossed lovers.

Could this be the real Montemart?