Cigarette smoke haze was in that bar room. It was like a thin tent. That is when you walked in as the light washed over a vixen. Yes you had curves yes you were fat in your own words but stacked in the right places. Turning heads with that face and those lips I had to know their taste. I don't think it's all the alcohol. My heart won't move on from a love like your's. I knew that face and figure would only rip my world apart. Knowing full well what I was up against. I still decided to dive in head first. Filled with liquor and the feeling of loss. I still function but a part of me is dead. The wall still tells a story with holes from the head board. Just hoarding the good times when long day became longer nights. Hoping I get to see you one more night. Besides on the inside of my mind. All I ask is can you please take our past with you. Since we won't ever have anymore good times. Pain all I feel when I think back is pain. Like a stain on a white T you ruined my brain. All I see when I sleep is that mourning light pouring out my blinds. What a great night and a even better sight. 9:30 on the clock it was a new dawn I left to go get us some food. But when I got back you were already gone. Probably throwing dust clouds up. That point was the worst I ever felt. I rolled up a joint to lessen the sting of a new lesson. Writing this brings up too much my cardiac muscle starts crying. I knew you were trouble I knew it would hurt me. I didn't care I threw caution to the wind. Not knowing I would spend all my weekends at the bottom of a bottle. I tried to move on because all the memories make me tired. Releasing it on a one or two you know what make that 3 melodies. I can't eat any peppermints or peppermint candies reminds me of your lips. I can't seem to find any remedies. No there ain't a cure to end this torture. The only thing that seems to make a bit of a difference are the barkeep's magic potions. But it's only a temporary fix it seems like there is no escape from this pain.
Brandon_Garcia
