#poemingit

The liquid moves down your throat smoother than a snake. Whiskey is a truth serum, take a little taste. Let's say what we need to, let's take away the fears. Let's get real fucking honest, let's get mad and shed some tears. We'll take a ride back to your place, you'll fumble with the keys. We'll hang around then go upstairs, get back to old routines. Wake up in the morning, taste of liquor and cigarettes. The taste of impulsive passion, but no souring regrets. Waking up with you my friend is something that I've missed. The absence of sincere hugs, all those fucking losers that I've kissed. Getting dressed and calling a cab, we laugh about the situation. I've changed my angle, my perspective; I've had a revelation.