Vodka Poem by Creed Short

Things are taken that will never be replaced
Where my heart once was there is an empty space
That emptiness will never will filled again
Our hearts used to beat together like young wrens

Never lost, never forgotten are our feelings
Running blind in the woods with our dealings
Not knowing where to go we look for shelter
Everything is grey, everything is helter skelter

Living every day though pain and suffering
Trying to work things out through the muttering
Nothing good is ever ment to last forever
Still I will try, making this my endeavor