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lm Jul 2014
You asked my poison,
as we stood at the bar.
Your wallet in hand,
paying my way into your car.

Give me bourbon and I'll sway to the music
and lean my shoulder against yours.

Give me whiskey and I'll show you my passion
in the backseat of your car.

Give me beer and I'll be one of the guys,
feigning detachment, remote.

Give me ***** and I'll show you my youth,
tears reflecting my innocence lost.

Give me *** and I'll whisper I want you
as we fall into your room.

Give me any poison you like,
I drink them all without  a wince.
I tried them all to forget things,
one after another 'til I lost sense.
Choose what poison will have the effect,
how do you want me before you tonight?
Set it in front of me and smile sweetly,
I'll down it, my every cell feeling it's bite.
Katzenberg Jul 2014
My cup is empty
My clothes are heavy
My clouds are playing
but she's gone.

I stare into darkness
My life is weaving
Your scales that are scattered
and you're gone.

This naked body
That awful mirror
Dreams of bourbon
but without her.

I must have had a houndred cups
Sleep has not visited me yet
Burning feelings are left behind
And I left you in the other room.

— The End —