FckMyHeart's blog: "Letters From Hell"

She reads his letters while alone at night, under starlit skies,

Folds the paper when she's done, hangs her head and cries.

She kisses every new letter, holds them close to her heart,

Can't forget the day he went away, the day they had to part.

Prays to god to keep him safe, to have the strength to survive,

Remembers his promise before he left, to come back home alive.

Until the day he comes back home, she'll wait beneath the stars,

Afraid the war may kill her love, the letters become her scars.

While she sleeps and dreams of him, her soldier has to fight,

The summer stars shape his face, protect her through the night.

When she awakes in an empty bed, she stretches way out wide,

Touching that old feeling of emptiness, he isn't by her side.

She eats her dinners alone, wishing he could be there.

For now she talks about her days, to an empty chair.

Sitting in the romantic candlelight, of a table set for two,

She reads the letters that he sent, to help her make it through.

Another lonely day has passed, with countless more to come,

Knows her love has gone to hell, Iraq is where the letters from.

She reads them while alone at night, under the starlit skies,

Folds the paper when she's done, hangs her head and cries.