When I Drink, I Write
but I think, in spite
of the dreams, at night
always seem, within sight
so attached, to our plight
when we crash, we're in flight
a flashback, we just might
call up, start a fight
just cuz, it feels right
the buzz, it is bright
oh love, it's a fright
but through dark, is light
before mourn, is night
I will be all right
forlorn, and trite
when I drink, I write

To you.