Crush The Weakness

I think it's probably
time for bed
But I'm making
time to write
About the time
I danced
Into the arms
of silence.
And if I
close my eyes
I can still
recall those days
Slugging whisky
like a game.
Well, thanks to you
Only remnants
of that
broken heart
remain.
And if my heart
should fall into
the grip of
loneliness again,
- a fate it may yet be
susceptible to -
I'll surely
crush the weakness
With the strength
I gained from you.