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i found a poem i fell in love with so here it is for all the see and maybe understand along with me
"alcoholic tears"
Tears if vodka so simple and clear
my mind is full of confusion
I dont remember shedding a tear
Tears of burbon so sticky they burn
Being sober never again will i return
Tear of tequlia are dangerous and out to kill
they keep falling as if a a bottle was to spill
Tears of schnapps are warm and sweet
But slower and slower everyday my heart beats
Tears of Jack Daniels into my checck they blend
thinking he would be the perfect friend
Every day i grab a bottle and everyday i cry and with every sip i think and wonder why
I look at the broken bottles
It reminds me of my heart
day by day and sip by sip
I slowly tore it apart
Now everyday when i wake i will be in fear of knowing that i can only cry my own
Alcoholic Tears.
story of my life. wondering what in the world is left to do now....guess return what isnt mine to begin and move on since what ever could have been was killed in ny. cant say that i blame it for happening, my own fault lies within it and i shall be ok in the morning, should i wake.
Jenn-let me know about wed nite when you talk to clay. hope all is well there. call me. nite. need sleep, cant keep staying awake 24-7 i wont be worth a damn at work in the morning. nite all
"alcoholic tears"
Tears if vodka so simple and clear
my mind is full of confusion
I dont remember shedding a tear
Tears of burbon so sticky they burn
Being sober never again will i return
Tear of tequlia are dangerous and out to kill
they keep falling as if a a bottle was to spill
Tears of schnapps are warm and sweet
But slower and slower everyday my heart beats
Tears of Jack Daniels into my checck they blend
thinking he would be the perfect friend
Every day i grab a bottle and everyday i cry and with every sip i think and wonder why
I look at the broken bottles
It reminds me of my heart
day by day and sip by sip
I slowly tore it apart
Now everyday when i wake i will be in fear of knowing that i can only cry my own
Alcoholic Tears.
story of my life. wondering what in the world is left to do now....guess return what isnt mine to begin and move on since what ever could have been was killed in ny. cant say that i blame it for happening, my own fault lies within it and i shall be ok in the morning, should i wake.
Jenn-let me know about wed nite when you talk to clay. hope all is well there. call me. nite. need sleep, cant keep staying awake 24-7 i wont be worth a damn at work in the morning. nite all