Mom and Cheryl went to bingo



I’m sitting on a couch beside my childhood

Wondering how sweet it will taste after whiskey

As if it’s golden colour could wash over the past and make it shine despite the rust

But the past is always there

The wounds have all left scars

And all the whiskey really does is make me realise

I’m an adult now



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Beavis's picture


Great poem Dear! I'm either 14 or 104 depending on the day. ;-) wonderful Dear!

running_with_rabbits's picture

:) the real moment of drama

:) the real moment of drama is when the scotch comes forth....

Much Love


allets's picture

Titles On Fire!

This poem is perfect - enjoyed a great deal - B - Stella



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oh my

perfect? that's intense my love :) and thank you

Much Love