My favorite concoction surrounded my senses.
Now I find myself searching, climbing all fences.
If I get too close, my poison slips away.
She's always in Stock, but she's gone before I can pay.
I cry in the dark, where no one will answer me.
My sanity is slipping, 'cause I haven't been sipping my Arizona tea.
I can still taste her on my lips,
And smell the citrus scent.
There's been a total recall from my heart, who knows where she went.
Such a sad sweet melody,
Rattling of an empty can.
More than a customer, I was her number one fan.
I'm shaking and crying, withdrawing from thee.
Yeah, my sanity's slipping, I haven't been sipping my Arizona tea.
- Author: Drewseph (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: April 25th, 2017 17:05
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 84
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