Lovelier Than Liquor Poem by Krish King Nishanth

Higher than the heights, she gets. Harder than the stone.
Deeper than the Pot. With her thoughts, all alone.

Wasted like a weed, I feel greener than the grass,
Loaded in the head, and her memories won't pass.

Lighter than the smoke, she is farther than she's gone,
Sharper than a syringe pin, still turning me on.

Sweet as sugar sound her words, Acidic is the trip.
Boozer standing on a plain, No substance to grip.

Deadlier than a drinking binge, Tipsier than the Floyd
Lovelier than liquor she, left me emptier than void.