What do you write or say, when your feelings feel this way.
There isn’t much time to think, but blink and there’s a drink –
This time it isn’t poison.
Not wine, nor whiskey or bourbon.
Ask yourself do you deserve them?
Of course you do, you’re a catch.
Hot and heated in the room.
In my heart there’s no more doom.
Every wish like a grain of sand, never ending in this land.
Scandalous Lifestyle, Revised 