The Whiskey Taster’s Flavor Guide

Still In Love, Part 2

This is for you, I don't hold an audience, To get you back, I'd battle a Hippopotamus
I'm sitting here waiting and containing the feelings I'm not faking
I'd even come see you if everyone else but you was snoring
I'd walk far early in the morning, even if old mans winter was pouring
Just to crack a stupid joke, to see your soul soaring
And even if we're being quite, it's not even boring
Cause you're lips, the smile, and glimmer from your eyes, is something I'm adoring
She wasn't close to just another, she was something beyond words, I loved her
Stopped chasing my drinks, cause than I didn't need a chaser, I needed to chase her
Cause in your presence, I need some visine, to keep my eyes clean, you shine brighter than high beams
What I'm saying is, I know we're young not wrinkled, Not looking for a sequel
I'm looking for a star like you to be rekindled.

End of both parts.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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The Whiskey Taster’s Flavor Guide
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