Jameson Neat

A Poem by Brandon

I'll sit here wondering what could be. Sipping my Jameson neat with a side of misery. My angel came with a devil and he burnt our whole world down. My princess lost her crown and the king lost his castle. It was a war I'd never win. So here I sit drink in hand. Eyes to the sky. Looking to the beyond. Wondering why.

© 2017 Brandon

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Added on June 15, 2017
Last Updated on June 15, 2017

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Brandon

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My names Brandon I've always been big into writing, my close friends are usually the only people that ever get to see it. They say it's good so I thought it was time I share some of it and see what ot.. more..