Whiskey NightsA Poem by LivingDeath
I shoot the whiskey back
to dull the pains I get, one shot to remember another to forget. Another bottle empty another tear hits ground, when I think I see you here it only lets me down. Memories are all I have from all those months ago, my feelings are my own ones I'm not afraid to show. I call your name each night though I know you can't hear me, still I sing the songs I wrote and let myself cry free. I shoot the whiskey back to dull the pains I get, One shot to remember another to forget. © 2011 LivingDeathReviews
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Added on March 16, 2010Last Updated on June 2, 2011 AuthorLivingDeathAbbotsford, British Columbia, CanadaAbout"I'd rather be hated for who I am than loved for who I am not." ~Kurt Cobain. I am who I am. 18 years old, a shadowed past, many scars; but I'm still here. My names Tyler and anything you want .. more..Writing
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