Bad HabitsA Poem by Martha Elizabeth
The cold rim met my lips,
and as the liquor burned my throat, I couldn't help but compare this aching sensation, to the heart wrenching sobs that painfully escaped my lips, the moment you said, goodbye.
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Added on September 6, 2017 Last Updated on September 6, 2017 Tags: love, poetry, romance, heartbreak Author
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