I collect memories
Distill them to the letter
And barrel them for aging
Only to later get drunk
Off last life's nostalgia...
My family;
The sweet taste of white wine
I swirl their image around my head
And sip on it every now and then
My friends;
Shots of fireball
Shockingly spicy, yet sickeningly sweet
The liquid trickles down my throat.
Cuddly warmth
My love;
White girl wasted off your rosé
The color reminiscent of the flush of my cheeks,
As bubbly as my disposition
A mix of two "goods" that make a "great".
I can't wait to taste you again
Sep 21, 2017
Sep 21, 2017 at 3:15 PM UTC
I collect memories
Distill them to the letter
And barrel them for aging
Only to later get drunk
Off last life's nostalgia...
My family;
The sweet taste of white wine
I swirl their image around my head
And sip on it every now and then
My friends;
Shots of fireball
Shockingly spicy, yet sickeningly sweet
The liquid trickles down my throat.
Cuddly warmth
My love;
White girl wasted off your rosé
The color reminiscent of the flush of my cheeks,
As bubbly as my disposition
A mix of two "goods" that make a "great".
I can't wait to taste you again
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