Tonight void of stars in the midnight sky
Just the same an empty head
Not remembering the last time she'd written him a letter dutifly expected to be read
The reason he stayed with her
He would always ask why
For every time he found that envelope in his post
He would wait for the night then drive up the hillside overlooking the coast
Each time it became harder to handle
When he would sit in his car and prepare himself for the latest news
Was she coming home or informing him of her latest scandal?
Every letter was just to sing him the blues of how everyone does her wrong but she's going to stay strong
As long as he stays by her side
Unfortunately ensnared by her enticing looks and captivating lies ten miles wide
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Most people talk about things that bother them as a way to vent their emotions, another way is through writing. As I sit writing in my car, I ponder how much writing, in itself, has helped me become the person I am today. I have endless amounts of pages filled with poems, stories, and sometimes random blurbs. Writing is a window into your soul. The simple action of writing has benefited me; by helping me to achieve a better memory, helping me to learn and grow intellectually, and helping me to communicate my emotions.
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Impressive work! Well written!
I love it! Great job!