Work In Progress

by The Dirty Latte

She hides in her car with the heat on high,

The radio blasting memories through speakers

While the rain pounds on the roof,

And tears stream down her cheeks.

There’s nothing but memories left

And questions that can never be asked.

She looks to sunsets for solutions,

But buries her mind in heartbroken lyrics

Hoping for some sunshine between the clouds.

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