Liquor lips
With a caustic tongue
Kiss a whiskey mouth
Till the sadness leaves
Indulge in finishing bottles
Leaving only a faint whiff

The faint smell of whiskey
The taste of you
Lingering
Even though you left a long time ago

Those were the days
When we got high off prescription medication
Feeling good
Hoping for a new fix

The fragrant smell of gardenia
Wafting through the neighborhood
Leaving a familiar you
With a mind in tact

Those were the days
Asking if I could pluck a flower or two
So the smell would last forever
Even if you did not

Hold on
To these memories
Let them take you back
To a happier time

Those were the days
When I played until dusk
Smiling and laughing
Being a child if only in my mind

You were the doctor
And I was the boy who waited
Days passed by
Nights crept in
Loneliness settled
And happiness went
I waited by the telephone
Hoping you would ring
I waited outside a mysterious blue box
Wishing you would pop out
And whisk me away
To a foreign land
That we would call home

A funny feeling stirs inside
A memory of you
That intoxicates me
With a sense of dread
And a warm sensation spreads throughout my body
A funny feeling
Where I remember who you were
And how I was smitten with you
Starstruck
By a million words you said

Love in bad weather
Storms halting me from seeing you
Parting lands kept me from running to you
Words were the only thing keeping us together

Love in bad times
When your heart was taken by another
I can never call you mine
So I shine a little less

Love
Will never come another
Who compares to you
So I die a little inside

I can never love another
So I will choose be alone
Is it any wonder
That I fell in love with you

It was nice living in a make believe land
But now I’ve come down
From a fairy tale high
Where I believed you to be a prince in shining armor
And I just a helpless stranger
The bittersweet romance
That ended in tragedy
With you becoming a king
With a queen to match
And I a beggar
With no home to go to

I hate you I shout
You leave in a hurry
Slamming the door
Taking the easy exit

You leave, dragging yourself
Slamming the door as you carry your luggage
Making haste to the exit
I hate you I murmur