The Finest Wine
His sting is like whiskey,
and when he's around everything becomes misty and I so anxiously just want him to kiss me,
Don't worry I know I'm living in a fantasy,
but in my dreams he's all I can see,
I repeat, his sting is like whiskey.
But to him I'm the finest wine,
a delicate flower that was pure and divine,
as a result and over time,
the darkness took something she claimed "mine,"
It took her soul; but to him I'm the finest wine.
But to him I'm the finest wine,
so sweet and kind,
someone who fell victim to a web of lies,
and no more tears for him can I cry,
I can only sigh because I shouldn't have tried to go against the universe
and defy,
but STILL his sting is like whiskey and to him,
I'm STILL the finest wine.
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