Whiskey

You’re like whiskey in my throat Burning every time i swallow And truth is I hate the taste of it I could barely hold in a glass If you think it’s an analogy of us Or whatever it is that we have Please take a seat with your pretentious little head The same one I …

Here I stand trying to figure you out

When you’re fifteen and suddenly you sink in this deep dark hole they’d tell you that you need some therapeutic drug to help you ease the pain. You think you would need some sharp object to remove the pain but what you actually need is just a simple hug. When you were five and when you cried …