Musical accompaniment by @ Many thanks to him.
Her eyes draw to the window once again
Hoping her love will soon return, longing
Her heart aches, feeling pulled from her, to him
A chasm in the midst of her, forming
Rain begins to fall, the wind comes howling
Beating at her windows, rude intruder
Her hand to her heart falls, trembling, fearing
Her mind sprints away, all peace eludes her
Her heart skips, in a pained languid stupor
A ringing shatters the waiting silence
On the line, the voice of a state trooper
Speaks softly thus – her love, lost, to violence
Thunder rolls, rains pours, tears slowly roll, fall
Her love, her life, this night she’s lost it all
yes, line 12 is 11 syllables. fuck it. send.