It goe down hard at first.
It seems to have a bitter taste.
It slowly warms my soul.
Making me feel alive.
Making me feel okay.
Making it seem as if i have a goal.
I have learned it to be wrong.
Yet I can't kick it.
I can't get rid of my liquid courage.
Sounds like whiskey to
Sounds like whiskey to me....bleeechcch!!! ;-) Don't force feed yourself, ever...it's nature's way of telling you your body doesn't need it! You ae very courageous from what I can read here.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "