The Whiskey Taster’s Flavor Guide

Eighty Proof

Take the flask
Out from my pocket
If it were
Some golden locket
What's the point
If I've forgot it

Killing me
Slow death you see
Can't say why
I'm drowning she
Adored me once
But since has gone
A tell-tale sign
Of something wrong

And now I too
Am lost to you
To live inside
A bottle who
Mistakenly
Has taken me
And drained me of
Fidelity

The past I see
One big mistake 
And drink my life
For her fair sake
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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