I miss the sting
I miss the burn
As the drink
Churns
don't turn out like themHow can I avoid it
When its all I ever known
sober
Thoughts
Fill aching mouths
I am missing
I am lusting
For the burn
Of the sting
And the sting
Of the burn
YOU ARE READING
Someone once remembered
PoetryWARNING these poems are not for children, or anyone that is completely against drug abuse, sex,talk of suicide, etc. basically do not read this unless you know you are chill.