Drunk-Talk Romance

Oh once, there was a phase full of drunk-talk romance,
When nobody ever wanted to just leave a chance
to pour the love out of their heart's tip
after the spirit touched their drab lips.

Oh once, there was a phase when everyone who
did not have the courage to express love
would seek a bourbon whiskey's woo
to find them words to win over their beloved.

Oh once, there was a place where all the drunkards met
some sang songs of joy, while some silently wept,
and that is where I found him, sitting in the dark
with eyes full of stories that tore him apart.

High on whiskey, tipsy was I,
when I went near him,
he saw me, passed a courteous smile
and turned back to his grim.

Curious, I went to try on him my drunk-talk romance,
but found that he's the only one that didn't need this chance.
There was something more to his silence, I wish I had known,
the depth of his silence hid something which I wish he had shown.

Oh once again, I was in this place,
seeking out to give and take some solace,
but this place was still full of drunk-talk romance,
and I couldn't find the one who didn't need this chance.