It's The Whiskey Talking.

It was my day, that night,

Holding a glass of whiskey,

Glancing at it with sheer silence,

Putting into it,

Ice cubes in an insane way,

I was dancing to the lyrics,

Cheap thrills.

And I heard a word,

Radio on, to which,

It recalled me the day,

I saw my first crush,

Without any thought.

I took my phone,

Typed a text,

Which I shouldn’t have,

Because the text was,

A proposal to her,

With all my feelings,

Conveyed beautifully.

And I wrote to her that,

I’ve been thinking about you,

All day and night.

And cheering the memories we spent,

During the school days,

Today, I am missing you even more.

And in my right senses, I am,

But our relationship is not as it was before,

I like to spend time with you,

Playing with your hair,

Like I used to do,

During our old childhood days,

I like to sit beside you.

And talk to you for hours and long,

Staring at the stars,

Counting them all over again,

I love you,

Just like a neat color,

A whiskey wears,

Surrounded by transparent walls.

I want to meet you,

And sleep in your arms,

As it is a nice day today,

And also, is your birthday,

As I am celebrating it,

But all this, I am joking,

Because it’s not me,

It’s the whiskey talking!