Whiskey
Her heart was set on whiskey
Though he was bourbon
Tasted sweet but burned
Intoxicated her soul
Filled her veins with the liquor his body sold
Even if she knew his presence would only get her high to make her low
He was a drug sweet and innocent
Fully aware of the consequences she'd still sin for him
Causing her slowly to drink her way through hell with every drop
Love is tragic but this one's not
Chilled to the bone, rushed with adrenaline she was everything good for him
Thoughts fought her mind
She was slowly corrupted
An internal battle she still won
Only to feel bitter till her soul bled
Which was only half the punishment
for a hard head
All along the way she'd never heed the signs
I guess this was just one for old times
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