I am just a girl,
Sipping my coffee
Thinking of
whiskey and cigarettes…
One puff, oh
the puff and a sip of whiskey….
Watching
the world, sipping away…
Sipping my
whiskey, puffing away on my cigarette,
Sitting here,
thinking and sipping my coffee…
I glance at
the world, it glances at me promisingly,
But I hide
my hopes and dreams away, living passively,
I am here sipping
my coffee…
Oh! the
thought of being here sipping my whiskey and puffing on my cigarette…
Bold enough
to not be scared,
Scared
enough to not have a toe not out of line,
Sipping my
coffee,
Thinking of
my whiskey and cigarette…
Is it my
world that makes me so docile?
A toe out
of line, makes my morality fragile…
Witnessing
the world slip away, one sip at a time
Wishing for
a whiskey and cigarette in my hand…
Oh, this
world makes me want to feel fully alive,
Yet I cry
for I don’t know how to put just a toe out of line…
Here I am,
coffee sipped away and an empty cup,
Wishing for
my whiskey and cigarette…
Empty cup
and yet it lingers……..
The taste
of whiskey and cigarettes……..
