The Top Shelf Whisper

Be the leather jacket that doesn’t fit anymore,

Be the wasted bottle of bourbon in the sink,

Be my empty bank account,

Be my broken windshield, to my broken car.

Be my broken heart.

Reviews

[Naomi WIlliams]

I'm not sure if it was the simplicity of the poem, but I actually really love this.

[Shadey Jadey]

Great write :)

[Lady M]

Perfect.