Midnight Whiskey

A new taste flushes my mouth,
Of cherry whiskey and sadness.
Days washed over with your anger,
Clouds the winds when i’m with you.
You shatter my world like the weather.
However,
Breaking is a part of growing,
One day the taste will be atune.
Eyes closed to your demons now,
A long search for clouds,
For which i can dream.
We’ve left it still,
And still i’d wish you’d leave my mind.
Alone in your heart,
My hands colder than ever.
I think i’ve dreamt a departure
Where We’d both wake up refreshed.

By: Tyler V. Quarello
   (Trip)