bourbon kisses
she said that night
in her doorway
just one more thing
to miss
about you
and a heart
already broken
cracked once more
bourbon kisses
she said that night
in her doorway
just one more thing
to miss
about you
and a heart
already broken
cracked once more
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Yep. (I know, that’s the worst three-letter-review ever. But it’s what came to mind. Along with a sigh.)
Ah, the sigh.
take away the bourbon and you have a clean doorway.