Whiskey Neat
The cigarette smoke grows thick
The whiskey is becoming smooth
Words as well are forming neat
Yet the mind wanders for whom?
Without days we became
With days we become as one
In the world, we bear not a name
In our world, we only become
There are so much things I cannot do
I can only refill my empty glass
Some distance... so far me and you
Moments yet... our moments outlast
I love and miss you so much
But I cannot tell it to you so
If not poetry I can only touch
Strangers to the world, they only know
And I held on... I hold on
Wondering how are you without you
Some companions with indeed I belong
My glass of whiskey... they only knew
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