The Whiskey Taster’s Flavor Guide

I Still

I still write your name,
In every single thing I do.
It creates in me a flame,
That still burns through.

I still hear your voice,
In every person's voice.
In it I cannot rejoice,
But I have no choice.

I still cry inside,
When I think of you.
This ocean won't subside,
From tears that still accrue
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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