You pour over me
and run through my veins.
I say one more is all
I need,
but I keep coming back.
All of my worries turn
into wonder,
my moments of weakness
are no longer there.
I fall at my feet,
your touch leaves me
unable to speak.
Tomorrow,
I'll wake up
and wait
for my next drink
Dec 21, 2017
Dec 21, 2017 at 11:45 PM UTC
You pour over me
and run through my veins.
I say one more is all
I need,
but I keep coming back.
All of my worries turn
into wonder,
my moments of weakness
are no longer there.
I fall at my feet,
your touch leaves me
unable to speak.
Tomorrow,
I'll wake up
and wait
for my next drink
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