I drive through the night
Car lights passing by
Everyone has a story
Many have their lies
Empty streets and empty dreams
The night can only give so much
An escape from trouble
The night gives permission to scream
Know one here knows me
I'm an empty slate
And an empty name
Hoping the night will give me the key
As I drive through the dark city
I don't know what I'll gain
So I'll do what I do best
And drive through the night with a heart full of pain
Loretta
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Emotions are a Funny, Complicated Thing.
PoetryLove is a difficult thing to grasp, sure everyone knows that. But what about feelings, emotions, the ironic stuff that goes into love. Pretty complicated if you ask me. •| a love story told in many love stories |• All rights reserved 2016 ©hayleyb...
