just a sip

Whiskey to remember she doesn't miss me.

Memories made memoirs, more mystic, more unrelatable 

i like life's fantasy it leaves less intimacy on my lips

At least life fucks me

But, Do riddle me this

Is it about guarded joy or free spirited chance

it makes us waltz for a cold hand

Yet,

it's not about lust at first glance

Love doesn't impress me

But damn do i love to dance,

and i'll dance the night away.