Whiskey
Whiskey at hand
Thoughtless...
Burdens to lend
Weightless...
There is no need to think
Needless for dreams
A simple taste is all that matters
Paled with the dark
Shadowless is art
The simplest of word bothers
And it burns
The hiding flame i earn
I am my mind consumed
Did i yearn?
Never i will learn
Beyond the fiery fume
An empty glass at hand
Weightless...
Whiskey to lend
Thoughtless...
Copyright © Joel Lee | Year Posted 2012
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