A splash of lemon, on six cubes of ice
I pour generously, splashing just precise
Molten sunset, in my silent nights
Then I dip a finger, sprinkle one for those
Who have left me half way, without goodbyes
I dip one again, sprinkle one for love
My love's sunset, and I am fresh out of life
The whiskey helps, keeps me all numb and nice
Barricading the hurt and pain, just to suffice
Yet the brain under the drowsy spell sings
For a broken soul like me, is but a surprise
If my drink runs out, should my glass be dried
I will drink my last, hidden behind your frame
For nothing else seems to make the cut
To drown my lonely soul, and I have tried
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