As you stole a glance across the room,
As you locked your eyes on mine,
As words fell from your drunken lips,
As you unraveled my heart one string at a time,
As you stacked each brick upon my chest,
As you embezzled the air from my lungs,
As you paved your path to love’s grand illusion
With pebbles you had gathered off mine,
Did you know, as you left, you’d destroy me?
Did you care? Did you wonder at all?
Did my heart even cross your mind?
Or was I just your daydream,
Merely captured in whiskey
And savored …
One drink at a time.
Grace Durbin 
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Always an honor to be shared by you, darling! ♥
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Whiskey and love, dangerous combination, lol!
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So true! Some people have to learn the hard way! 😉
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Reblogged this on WHY? and commented:
Excellent work! Hope you do not mind the reblog
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A pleasure to have made it into your library! 😉 ♥
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There was a time not so far in my distant past that I would have argued that sometimes all you needed was enough whiskey. Either way, the gal wearing the JD T-Shirt and the bottle of Jack was enough to remind me, sometimes you need more than broads and whiskey. (But, not until you are much older.)
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LOL! Hear, hear! ♥
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Reblogged this on Wyrdwend and commented:
Not bad at all…
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