I Express Myself Through Writing
Lonely birds whistle.
You don't run to me anymore like you used to. Guess that's just something I will have to miss. Staying up at night as I lay there wondering if after all these years is that just something women do. I wake in the morning , lean over but there is only a empty pillow for me to kiss.
Words of affection I give ,only to receive in return a simple smile. Not knowing if that's a look I should accept or be worried about. I'll always wait till her a sweet reply, even if it takes you awhile.Sometimes when your head don't turn after telling you hello, I wonder would it be a waste of time to shout.
I'll just finish off this bottle tonight that in this house seems to be my only true friend. Always there to greet me when I get home with hope to ease my pain. Sitting out on the back porch listening to a lonely bird's whistle passing through the wind. Sending up a prayer for my life to be cleaned out by a cold and strong rain.
Lay beside me even though I know your restless body can't sleep in a bed that's gotten to big for the two of us.
It's not a dream or nightmare that keeps you from sleep but the wish of laying in his bed that's keeping you awake. His touch is what you miss , a cheating lust. Only if you could fake it one night just honey for my sake.
Rather than cry anymore and shed worthless tears , tonight all my pain will fade and my eyes close for eternity. Your life can go on now and his arms can be filled with your love each night. I only ask that every now and then you think of me. Tonight as we say our goodbyes and my eternity is done ,you can now turn off our bedroom light.
I'll just finish off this bottle tonight , in this house it seems my only true friend. Always there to greet me when I get home with a hope to ease my pain. Sitting out on the back porch listening to a lonely bird's whistle passing through the wind. Asking for my life to be cleaned out by a cold and strong rain.
You don't run to me anymore like you used to. Guess that's just something I will have to miss. Staying up at night as I lay there wondering if after all these years is that just something women do. I wake in the morning , lean over but there is only a empty pillow for me to kiss.
Words of affection I give ,only to receive in return a simple smile. Not knowing if that's a look I should accept or be worried about. I'll always wait till her a sweet reply, even if it takes you awhile.Sometimes when your head don't turn after telling you hello, I wonder would it be a waste of time to shout.
I'll just finish off this bottle tonight that in this house seems to be my only true friend. Always there to greet me when I get home with hope to ease my pain. Sitting out on the back porch listening to a lonely bird's whistle passing through the wind. Sending up a prayer for my life to be cleaned out by a cold and strong rain.
Lay beside me even though I know your restless body can't sleep in a bed that's gotten to big for the two of us.
It's not a dream or nightmare that keeps you from sleep but the wish of laying in his bed that's keeping you awake. His touch is what you miss , a cheating lust. Only if you could fake it one night just honey for my sake.
Rather than cry anymore and shed worthless tears , tonight all my pain will fade and my eyes close for eternity. Your life can go on now and his arms can be filled with your love each night. I only ask that every now and then you think of me. Tonight as we say our goodbyes and my eternity is done ,you can now turn off our bedroom light.
I'll just finish off this bottle tonight , in this house it seems my only true friend. Always there to greet me when I get home with a hope to ease my pain. Sitting out on the back porch listening to a lonely bird's whistle passing through the wind. Asking for my life to be cleaned out by a cold and strong rain.
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