You were the burn in my throat
The spice on my tongue
The blur in my vision
The whiskey on my breath
You became the smoke I blew out
The addiction I inhaled, and of that, it was the worst
An addiction to what was supposed to be a game
A game you played, and of that, it was the best
I was sucked into the web of fibs,
The ocean of tears,
The flames of hurt
You were the burn in my throat
The spice on my tongue
The blur in my vision
The whiskey on my breath
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Author:
Brie (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 12th, 2018 16:24
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- Category: Love
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Comments1
This is a power piece. I really liked the flow and imagery of your words.
Thank you!
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