the gin burns my throat
like my sin burns my body
i remember your lips better
when i take a sip of vodka
my alcoholic tendencies just proves
your body's ascendancy
it's twelve am and all i can
see is your hand around my neck
while passing me a whiskey
YOU ARE READING
lost
Poetry#48 in poetry//these words fell on the canvas of my skin. cover by dejection- picture found on weheartit .
