What's your poison?
What makes you lust for it's divine taste when it hits your lips?
Whiskey, *****, beer, tequila even maybe?
Maybe it's the yearning for sobriety
Just to be dragged back to drunken loves
When romance and wine called for slow dances
And maybe when the shadow settles on the place the bottles left
Your wants and desires will come rushing back
For you are an addict, troubled by emptiness
Filling voids of fiery liquids and slurred thoughts
And our minds are troubled by the what ifs