Cheap Whiskey

the glass alone can reflect apart of myself

that otherwise would go unseen

it's rare that i find find myself in a place

i cannot turn into art

where words alone just do not suffice

and the rhythm is stopped by a simple thought

a smile 

a smile that stretches across very single thing

you have no idea how far i have traveled 

to be the hand on your face

the breath in your voice

when you choke