Smoking gun, Broken Heart.

Promises broke, As i choke on this last sip of wine. Could of been in a different place at a different time, Could of been, but then that wasn't the plan. Write words on paper, But who would they find? Promised not to get air locked, But that was a promise i'd break. The gin goes down too quick. And sadly no one quite understands that pain. I miss you, The issue of chasing fools golds one too many times. The trust is gone and the it gets harder over time to fix a broken mind, So if you don't mind I got to go, Walk slow my mind follows. Sneaky finger tips, Devil like tongue, Sadly I never learnt not too stand to close to a smoking gun.