Precious silver succumbs to rust and crumbles to dust
In the palm of my hand, I remember what it used to be and I miss your touch
Life stages change over incremental ages
The awkward sprouting of a tree on the face of a mountainside
Lost and humbled, my strong façade has crumbled
I never knew that I needed you this much
Excuses and silly reasons, lies and treason
Back and forth within our own minds all of the time
I speak for myself, and for everyone else
Who has ever had drunken words occupy a sober mind
Can you empathize? Sympathize?
Anything to seem more kind?
I think of you, I dream of you
I hate you and I miss you at the same time
I wonder who really holds my heart?
The thought of being loved, I know
But the moment you embody hope
You become the one I need to hold
Nicotine and liquor make long nights go by quicker
And my patience that had run so thin can run a tad bit thicker
My weakness is my weakness for glimmering eyes and seductive smiles
And for a glimpse at a lustful gaze, I’d travel for many miles
But I won’t malinger on my pen, I’ve exhausted malformed sentences
I had no reason to write this, but I suppose if I was sober
I’d say the same thing in less words –
And also, in less honesty.