Night, 3:04 am.
Sitting all alone
Whiskey, cigarette
And poetry of Charles Bukowski

One sip and I'm fine for that moment
The only thing I'm missing is a person Who can keep me going

Closed my eyes
And you appeared by my side
So vulnerable but yet so strong

You looked at me
And baby it woke me up inside
My broken mind wanted to be looked by you with pride

A.C