Pouring Whiskey On a Rose
In the garden
Of my memories
Remains... but one rose
Her voice
No longer lingers
It’s always, the first to go
What once grew
In the sunshine
From the light of.. our love
Is now just a memory
One I can’t give up
I’m pouring whiskey on a rose
In hopes to, ease the pain
A picture of perfection
Is all, that remains
Why does something so pretty
Have to wilt away and go
Now I’m stuck here pouring whiskey
Pouring whiskey on a rose
Why’s this hell
Pull me closer
To my Heaven, each night
Another empty
Whiskey bottle
Another step towards, the light
We promised
Our love
Till death, do us part
So why does it still linger
Here in my heart
I’m pouring whiskey on a rose again
In hopes to, ease the pain
A picture of perfection
Is all, that remains
Why does something so pretty
Have to wilt away and go
Now I’m stuck here pouring whiskey
Pouring whiskey on a rose
This pain that I know
Continues to grow
Such a beautiful flower
Called back home
So now I’m...
Pouring whiskey....
On a rose
Copyright © Michael P. Dudash 5/30/2019
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