My brother; my twin. Mirrored image of mind. You came but then left; still we’re one of a kind. One glass, two, who’s counting — just you. White gold by the bottle makes me feel brand new.
It’s time to shut down, breathe in and let go. Another day gone; a life lived alone. Morning will come and maybe you’ll wake. With hope in your eyes; the world offered to take.
Darkness falls once more in the room. But tonight with my drink I don’t feel its gloom. Goodnight to all who suffer in pain. Let’s hope that tomorrow we’ll feel happy again.
KK – aka Ms Smarty Girl 41 (Ms SG41)