Miss Whiskey
Miss regret
Miss shine
Miss kind
Miss says something fine:
Dont cry?
Wont laugh.
Cant sleep?
Wont try.
?The heart aches I defy,
I no longer care for morning light,
For I don't want to see mourning of thine,
?along with a teary eye I deny.
Nothing to regret,
for we can not change how rain is wet.
Losing my shine,
for the pen tip is no longer fine.
Forgetting to be kind,
for your soul is barely to find.
Because together we'll be,
mister corps
and miss whiskey,
just you and I
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