Whiskey, Vodka, ShotsA Poem by Olivia PaigeYou think you know someone until you're with them when they do a couple of shots.All you ever do is get drunk; search for your problems in the bottom of a bottle. But, let me tell you, they're not down there. So stop drowning yourself in whiskey, vodka, shots. The wine isn't going to make him call, The beer isn't going to fix your heart, and Jack won't sweep you off your feet this time. Just because the burn of alcohol going down your throat kills your memories, doesn't mean that it kills your problems too. © 2016 Olivia Paige |
StatsAuthorOlivia PaigeNew York, NYAboutHello! My name is Olivia Paige, and I'm a writer, photographer, and pit violinist based in New York. I've been writing since I was a child, and I have found nothing but love and passion through creati.. more..Writing
|