Alcohol Ink

You are the fountain pen and alcohol is my ink, When the two of you meet the poet in me begins to think, You leave a mark on the canvas that is my heart, But you've torn up our love which was one a piece of art, I can't write with a sober hand because the wound is too deep, So into a bottle of whisky I shall leap, And the words will pour like rain on to my window, This is the only way my heartache can be put on show, Because my sober eyes can't handle the pain, So I write this poem with a bottle of rum in tears of rain.