Behind Closed Doors
I wear my heart on my sleeve
beer can castles protecting me
from memories too hard to swallow.
With the setting sun
taking my heart for a ride,
you broke all the commandments.
drinking in our love.
getting high off your scent,
no amount of whiskey can
make me forget.
Another day another shot
to numb the pain,
this is the only way to sundown.
The End
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Behind Closed Doors, which
was posted on May 5, 2011 by
Horror_Nerd.
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About this poem
"A man is struggling trying to get over his wife who cheated on him."
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Imagery, Just for Fun, Love / Romance
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