When winter days feel empty
Ahead of spring’s warm thrill
It gets me through the worst of time
To think she loves me still
But that’s just wishful thinking
Straight Bourbon with a pill
When coming down to realize
It’s not worth feeling ill
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April 26, 2019 at 6:50 pm
Very poignant poem, Dustus.
Btw – good to see you’re still posting. I’m the music/writer guy and blogger from the UK, and I recently started a poetry blog. In between then and now, i did a piano CD, self published two novels and an autobiography and regularly upload music and portry to sites across the world. Hope you are well!
April 30, 2019 at 9:29 am
I remember you, Lawrence. Now just as then, thank you. Glad to hear you are doing well!