a shot of whiskey in the morning <br />will teach you how to say goodbye <br />and every step I take away from you <br />when the sun first licks the sky <br />will cause me aching in evening <br />and steal slumber from my bed <br />but I keep the cigarettes burning <br />and the stars spinning my head <br />with some duct tape on the door cracks <br />I'll sing the night away <br />and laugh until it starts to hurt <br />then beg my sleeplessness to stay <br />with this release of self loathing <br />I finally close my eyes <br />and dream of bursting flowers <br />as the sun blooms in the sky<br /><br />Wes Thompson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/slow-motion-moves-me/
