My Drink
I drink to live I drink to play, I drink because there is no other way.
I drink to hide then I drink some more thinking it makes me something more.
Make me a drink and be careful if you can, that's my life splashing with the ice you
carry in your hand.
I drink to only find an emptiness that fills me every time.
You wish to know me, well its to bad unless you have a drink in hand.
Remember I drink - and that is who I am.
Copyright © Barb Wiste | Year Posted 2011
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