In a room of shadows, I sit by the phone,
With an empty bed, I’m here all alone.
The clock’s tickin’ slow, but my mind’s in a race,
Just the ghost of your smile and an old, warm embrace.
Whiskey dreams in the cold rain,
A bottle keeps me company through this pain.
Fading love hangs heavy like the clouds above,
And I’m lost in the echo of what used to be love.
Rambling mind in the dead of night,
Thoughts of you dancing in the flickering light.
Each sip of sorrow, a memory's thread,
Weaving a tapestry where our vows have fled.
Restless nights chasing shadows and time,
A slow burn of memories—a bitter sweet rhyme.
The love that we shared like a fragile song,
Now feels like a story that’s gone all wrong.
So I pour out my heart with these whiskey tears,
As the cold rain whispers through the thread of my fears.
I’ll keep on searching for a way to feel whole,
But this fading love weighs like a boulder on my soul.
Whiskey dreams in the cold rain,
Each drop on the window sings out your name.
Though I’m haunted by memories and shackled by pain,
I’ll find my way back through the heartache and strain.
So I’ll raise my glass to the moments we had,
To the laughter and the light, and the times that were glad.
But I’m learning to let go, to find peace and be free,
With each restless night fading, I’m finally me.
Blues
Whiskey dreams, Empty bed, Cold rain, Fading love, Rambling mind, Slow burn, Restless nights