Sunday, July 27, 2014

A Toast, to a Ghost of a Chance (The Dissembling Drunk)

Years spent
Contented with
The quiet corner where I lived
Days came and went
Without event
Til they were too far past to fix
My fears would rend
A hole in my chest
Til I had no heart to give
And then courage came
Made me love the way
She placed me out in the open
An exposed nerve
She knew how to hurt
Just enough to make me want her again
Now here I am
All fire and passion
And my words have become my weapon
And I raise my fists
At days unspent
Ready to wage war with the end
And I kiss her lips
Sweet courage she is
And drink in her sweet poison
She was waiting
When I walked in
To the bar where it all began
And she'll welcome me in
Again and again
And I, well
I'll keep drinking.

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