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He sits on a stool in the far corner of the bar stirring his whiskey sour. Finally he feels the warm buzz he's been chasing for hours. "She's probably with him right now",he mumbles to himself. His eyes fix on an aged bottle of scotch up on the top shelf. The drink won't rinse away the dirt going on in his life Nor rekindle the undying love he once felt from his wife. Twenty two years,three kids,and one dog He hangs his head over the glass and wonders what went wrong. Closing time was creeping up slow He orders one more shot before its time to go. The jukebox plays a soft country song He downs the last drops,grabs his coat and he's gone. Where's he gonna go though? He can't go home He knows he'd **** them both if he caught them alone. The buzz is too strong for him to drive but still he starts his car. He thinks He'll be alright, a friend doesn't live too far. Rain pours down out of nowhere,he squints and struggles to see. It stops as quickly as it started and its as clear as can be. But It's too late .He puts his hands over his eyes His car crashes head on with another and smoke fills the skies She let's her "secret" lover out the back door and waits for her husband to come home But little does she know she'll be spending the night and maybe the rest of her life ... Alone
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Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 12:21 PM UTC
The Last Drink,A Strayed Love,A Life Lost
He sits on a stool in the far corner of the bar stirring his whiskey sour. Finally he feels the warm buzz he's been chasing for hours. "She's probably with him right now",he mumbles to himself. His eyes fix on an aged bottle of scotch up on the top shelf. The drink won't rinse away the dirt going on in his life Nor rekindle the undying love he once felt from his wife. Twenty two years,three kids,and one dog He hangs his head over the glass and wonders what went wrong. Closing time was creeping up slow He orders one more shot before its time to go. The jukebox plays a soft country song He downs the last drops,grabs his coat and he's gone. Where's he gonna go though? He can't go home He knows he'd **** them both if he caught them alone. The buzz is too strong for him to drive but still he starts his car. He thinks He'll be alright, a friend doesn't live too far. Rain pours down out of nowhere,he squints and struggles to see. It stops as quickly as it started and its as clear as can be. But It's too late .He puts his hands over his eyes His car crashes head on with another and smoke fills the skies She let's her "secret" lover out the back door and waits for her husband to come home But little does she know she'll be spending the night and maybe the rest of her life ... Alone
lady-francis
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Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 12:21 PM UTC
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