Inspiration

The sound of your peaceful voice

Was like whiskey to my thirsty eyes

 

Daisies brushing through my lips and soul

Leaving me alive, for a clear divide

 

Sentiments, a delusional loop perhaps,

I asked you to recite and it hit me, like you're mine

 

I didn't know how many rounds did I

I was high, on something I could never buy

 

Your money it is or is it your sign?

How are we celebrating? I finished that night...

-Al