My old friend

The taste of you lingers on my lips,

as I slowly drink you away.

The beauty of your spell tingles my skin.

Your sweet poison runs through my vains.

At this moment, you are the only thing I need,

you're the only thing I want.

You're my favorite brand,

my favorite taste.

You're always willing to come to my aid.

Take away my pain, my thoughts, myself, as I tip you up.

I need your liquid magic to fill me up and plunge me down to a subconscious haven.

One with no worries, no cares and no sense of self.

Make me feel whole.

Help me feel numb.

 

 

"So I'll drink you up 'till I've had my fill,

after all these years, you're useful still.

Now it's time my friend for us to say goodnight.

I'l come back tomorrow so you can again make me alright."

 

 

Author's Note

Just something I wrote not caring if everything rhymed.
IDK, I just didn't want to toss it.

Reviews

[Naomi Montana Walsh]

well don't toss it . it is valid and a really good write..as for rhyming.. poetic licence are bestowed upon you so.. use them.

[Kathryn Star, Shine!]

I liked the tone... wavering through your emotions as if they were your life line. nice... =)

[LJW]

I remember these days well.

Nice job.