As the sun is shinning on my empty home
I pour a shot of whiskey
To help kill the misery
of you leaving me here all alone
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This is such a bitter sweet poem. I love the lines: 'I pour another shot of whiskey And long for a sweet girl to miss me But As I sit back I know that I will die alone' great writting: ]
Very nice i like you're dad a lot he seems like he was a great man god bless Krista
yes whiskey brings out the worst of us.... why we chose to drink when we are sad I will never understand. I really like this... you have done awesome work here. ~MC~