Waking up, an empty morningCan't breathe, I'm still dreamingYour cruel voice, all I can hearWhispering sweetly, morning dearReaching out, to plain white skinHolding close, feels emptily thinYour painful scent, a morning spellKills me slowly, and all is well…
This was written on a bad day, and I just wanted to write something. I'm not an alcoholic but I really really like wine, though I only drink it on special occassions. This poem was inspired by a bottle of Jack and Daniel's I found on the liquor store.…
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