Some nights she found it hard to hold onto her heart
As she ripped open her chest
With melodies of the forgotten
Words of the cursed
Unlucky in love
Drowning sorrows in dressing room bottles of whiskey
Lights fading in the midnight hour
Watching from the outside in
But in the red gold hue
Of the worn jukebox
In the back of the bar
She found her troubles melt away
With the songs of kindred souls
Destined to last beyond the final breath
Of those who couldn't make a dime last
In another heartbreak town
YOU ARE READING
The Letter: Beneath A Southern Sky
PoetryHe was back home to say goodbye to the love he lost years before. She lost herself as her name in lights faded. Tonight, they meet. ~ A Work In Progress ~
