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~~Whiskey Tears And Cigarettes
Whiskey- fueled amber drops fall softly from tired eyes
One shot to kill the pain, another to stop my thoughts
Can’t forget the next one, to erase my many regrets
All the things that haunt me I keep trying to chase away
Step outside and wish upon a star, never waste one on me
Lighting the cigarette up, the only light in the darkness
Another drag, exhaling wasted memories into the night
Cradling the bottle in my arms, you think it was a bible
the way I cling to it, I’m seeking a different salvation one
you won’t find in a book, but at the bottom of a bottle
Answers that elude me become clearer with each swig
Too bad I wont remember, like always, come morning
Queen for the night, all my words are that of a genius
Waking up a pauper, my brain mush, not a clue whose
bed I lay in, or even his name, hope I least had some fun
Instead of a gun to my head, I cock the bottle sipping shots
of whiskey bullets, killing me slowly instead every night
You see I’m not special, not superwoman, just a girl
Trying to live through the day, barely keeping my head
above the angry sea that is my life sucking me under
Whiskey, tears and cigarettes, only things that keep
my sanity at bay, while I dance on the edge of insanity
my poem, not trying to spam
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