Young Livers Drinks Are Our Amnesty
It doesn't take these graceful feats to restrain these
thirsts,
but I am dry of lust and haste and indifference.
O' this undying thirst is corrosive.
My trust falls on liars words.
Please fix these hands these walls. All of them
destitute.
I will drown in these words. And in each kiss and drink
we confide.
What will survive these, once star stricken eyes now
blurred?
And with each kiss and each drink watch these friends
subside.
