It's night again,
So that means my minds' gonna think.
Every time I think,
I take a little drink.
Coffee heals the soul,
But what can really give you the go?
Oh, yes we all know,
Whiskey makes us friskey, young or old.
What makes it feel so right,
When in reality it's wrong?
I really don't know,
But damn, is it strong.
Takes your mind off the pain,
And no there ain't any gain.
But hey, if it helps, have a go.
It ain't gonna do nothin',
But take your soul.
Whiskey lullabies are meant to be bitter,
Because Lord, I know I've turned into a quitter.
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Poetry for the Lonely
PoetryDifferent poems I've wrote at different hard times in my life. These situations will be relatable to you if you've ever had a heartbreak or lost a best friend or just simply felt like you're losing everyone around you and don't know why.. Including...
