From the depths of the fresh whisky bottle.
Weltschmerz, (world weary), altered his thought concoctions.
His pleasure filled coffee.
Invigorated by inspirational alcohol filled kisses.
Ode to being happy, as happy he's not.
To be loved is something, he truly forgot.
She's not a drinker.
She's just a deep thinker
She never forgot.
For she never knew, how love truly felt.
Then she met you, the angel who drank.
Once she was lucky.
For once, just once she loved an angel.
(c) Livvi
Apr 5, 2014
Apr 5, 2014 at 10:32 AM UTC
From the depths of the fresh whisky bottle.
Weltschmerz, (world weary), altered his thought concoctions.
His pleasure filled coffee.
Invigorated by inspirational alcohol filled kisses.
Ode to being happy, as happy he's not.
To be loved is something, he truly forgot.
She's not a drinker.
She's just a deep thinker
She never forgot.
For she never knew, how love truly felt.
Then she met you, the angel who drank.
Once she was lucky.
For once, just once she loved an angel.
(c) Livvi
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