Monday, June 14, 2010

Whiskey dreams

Tranquil
never speaks back or critisizes you
it sits in a cup watching intently
pick it up; a staring contest
the sip is strong but warm like an embrace
throw the glass and it all splatters
liquid love is no more
shiny glass watchin you now
pity the heart that wishes for whiskey dreams.

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