Pet me

I need you to make me forget.
I want your whiskey lips,
that taste like last night.
Let tomorrow’s worries dwindle.

But you’re gone now, and I’m alone,
Left to fend for myself.

The storm is coming, and my tent is ripped apart.

So am I.

Come kiss me and make the world a blur, the dark clouds a silver line, and the lightening a beautiful firework.

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