Ink tears - Kathryn Ramirez
If I was as strong as my whiskey, I wouldn't need it anymore,
I wouldn't hate the day that you went away, and changed what was before.
But, I can't be that strong, not even I can understand,
How did I grow up without my whole self, and let myself get so bland.
I used to laugh all day, and never feel suppressed,
But lately, my whiskey helps to shake the prude of my chest.
I am sitting alone in the dark, the moon's light is all I see,
Missing the child that ran away, the child inside of me.
Not for sure how to mourn someone who never really died,
how do you get over a piece of you dying on the inside.
I don't drink it often, but when I do I am set free,
allowed to revive that child, the child inside of me.
I don't fight or get belligerent, I always keep my ground
but, don't blame a southern girl and her whiskey, we bring nobody down.
I am here for smiles, and my buddy Jack sometimes helps to bring that out,
But, as with all good friends, I love him, but with him I can live without
the only side effect you will witness, is the rebirth of my inner child,
and on occasion, I will indulge too much, I will get a little wild.
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