When you get older Plainer Saner Wil you remember All the things You lost on us It hurts me More than you'll ever know Wish i could go back To the days i was lost on you Night full of stars Adrenaline rushes The bittersweet taste of your lips A cold gust of wind outside Cigarette smoke around our faces Eyes light and glister Wrapped up blankets Two glasses of malt whiskey A fire in the burning in the hearth And in us A comforting arm A comforting smile It was good But perfect can never stay They pushed me, And you away You came back So please come in And help me remember When you were lost on me If I let myself Love you
Creeping guilt Haunting shame Liquid burn Checking out now When my mind won't slow Distilled rye Filling the gray canyons, the crevices Pulsing, swimming fire Hopes that this poison This pleasure Will scorch And end This madness
Old poem. I used to drink for many reasons, but ultimately, it was always me searching for oblivion.
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To forget or not to forget. I shall drink my last cup of my dreams of you. As I stare morosely at these bottles around me. Each broken bottle is a story, of me, of us. I feel the sorness in my throat and its burning slowly. I feel old. Shall I forget these years? I can’t believe these years has been mirage
I am not roses and champagne Or birds on a sunshiney morning I am not high heels and pretty dresses and bright colors I am not the girl with a positive comeback to every little thing in life I am not the person who you can look at in the early morning hours and find sleeping like an angel in your arms as you caress my cheek in the early sunlight
I am strong and independent I am determined I may not be champagne and rose But I am steel and whiskey I am as strong as steel and can take some of the strongest heat I am whiskey because you'll remember my exact tones and hints even after I am long gone I am the woman with an optimistic yet realistic comeback for things that happen in your life I am vans and leggings because, ****, I have places to go a **** of a lot faster than heels can take me I am most likely stealing the covers at night and if you wake me up before 8am you will get the worst version of myself I am muted earth tones with hints of sunflower yellows I am steel I am not roses and champagne or a bird chirping on a Sunday morning.