I once knew a woman
She walked a fine line between love and hate
sitting on that bar stool day after day
whiskey in one hand
a smoke in the other
Night and day I'd watch her waste away
crying in that empty bottle
dancing her misery away
so many men in and out
coming and running
only one left a faded picture
a memory destroyed forever
a pain so deep
lost in the oblivion
she's made her own world
lost in a bitter battle of wills
as i ask her why
she looks at me with a tear in her eye and begins
love is not a line you draw in the sand
than dare the other to step over
it's not a feeling that comes and goes
love is not your choice
its an undying emotion your heart makes and never lets go...
then it's ripped from your soul
your powerlessness invades
and your life is lost...
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Finding Her Light
General Fictionnever judge a book by its cover... she may seem like a drunk party girl lost in her addiction but with one seemingly simple question she gives you a glimpse into her reality... the reality full of love, heartbreak, and losing herself in the blink of...
