Whisky and You

Whisky and you are what make me write,

I’m not sure if that’s a good thing
or whether I should cry,

Whether I should write every bit of sadness,
Or should I continue the peddling of lies,

You laugh at my silly expectations of love,
As I sit in this harem of my life,

And like washing you fold up these thoughts,
And pretend all this shit isn’t a mess.

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