Awe in your eyes
A mind of raw
A river of aged rye
On the sea floor
Where bodies and bottles lie
Stumbling in red wine rain
Swimming in cheap whiskey
To dampen the pain
I'm forgetting what to say
I'm too drunk
And I've lost count of the days
I spent breaking my own heart
I'm just a writer falling out of love with words
Because I can't remember the ones in my head
But I'm puking out what I can
Maybe I'll find them again
In my liquor store bed
©venomocity
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