As the sun is shinning on my empty home
I pour a shot of whiskey
To help kill the misery
of you leaving me here all alone
I pour another shot of whiskey
And long for a sweet girl to miss me
But As I sit back
I know that I will die alone
I wander the streets of this forgotten town
Passing through the unfeeling crowd
About to drown in my sorrow
My pain covering me like a shroud
Oh how, I long for the day
When I am under the dirt
and all my emotions have gone away
And I no longer hurt
© JPM 1/17/2009
This is such a bitter sweet poem. I love the lines: 'I pour another shot of whiskey And long for a sweet girl to miss me But As I sit back I know that I will die alone' great writting: ]
Very nice i like you're dad a lot he seems like he was a great man god bless Krista
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
yes whiskey brings out the worst of us.... why we chose to drink when we are sad I will never understand. I really like this... you have done awesome work here. ~MC~