The Whiskey Taster’s Flavor Guide

For the Sake of Our Friendship

It feels like an evil- timely curse,
Should I hold it all in- I fear I may burst!

I feel the tears rolling down,
I  honestly fret I'll drown!

Now it's over- me and you,
I'd hoped you'd felt that too...

Skipping classes to be with me,
Now I know: you must be set free...




*Dedicated to a dear friend: Kayla A.*
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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