Wash Away the Grey
The twists of fate drive deep
on a sleepless winter's night
drowning in the depths of despair
wondering if you were ever really there
Free floating away in your fantasy
as the hint of whiskey hits the brain
surrendering to a soothing smile
and succumbing to the cherry grain
I'm the ice melt evoking all your flavors
that you would never dare to throw away
drink in all of me this finest hour
and into the night I'll wash away your grey
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2017
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