I've been dying for days
There is a bottle under the bed
You like my hands around your throat
Because you believe it is love
There is a bottle under the sink
We share an empty bed
Because we believe this is love
The woman knows her whiskey
You share the empty bed
The whiskey in your throat
I've been drinking for days
Bless the bottle under my bed
There is death in every throat
You tell me all the lies I love
They feel like loss
But I've been dead for days
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Poetry From A Caged Soul
PoesíaThis is a series of poems that I have been writing. They are all different but I hope you enjoy them. I will try to update whenever I can! I hope you like them all. Thanks for giving my poetry a chance!
