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4 AM. Whiskey Blues
Date: 2/18/2015, Categories: Love Poems, Author: vanessa26, Rating: 9, Source: LushStories
Its dark, 4 AM, and I am drinking again. Trying to wipe her away. Sitting in the gloomy shadows, Not a sound to be heard, but the memories of her, tick around in my head, like some movie playing on repeat. Nothing seems to erase her from me, her laugh, her smile, her words. Another day - another drink. These tears they pour out right. She's been off and running. Doesn't seem she cares any more. The jukebox still plays our same old song, and I wonder, are all our good times really over? No more dancing, no more kissing, no more staying up 'til three. No more her, no more us, different me. It happened too soon, I wasn't ready for this. Now its 4 AM again - I am drinking - again. Sitting listening to the coyotes howl into the night air. The moon is so dim, and I just can't get her off my mind. Staring, wondering, when will 4AM end?
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