Comfort On July 23, 2014July 24, 2014 By rosereadsIn Poetry Comfort found in the bottle isn’t comfort all at or so they say and plead their case though looks and passing remarks Comfort found through lies and sweaty deeds isn’t comfort all at so let me take the comfort that is honest after all, I can’t lie to a bottle. Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Like Loading... Related