We all love music and we all love writing, so why not mix the two up? Every week, Lyrical Inspiration…
I want to be Strider,to bear a name outof tongues wagging about form.Deeds alone will makethe name that is not my own.
Soon I will not cover her.Soon I will not give her shade.By no choice of mine beginsgravity’s one consequence.
She came to me for protection.She came to me to cool.She came to me to camouflagewhat no one else…
From the darkon the outside,through grocery storesliding doors,I saw them.
They talked in the lighton the inside,one with a cart full of wine,the other with a cartfull of…
watching me, always watching
We all love music and we all love writing, so why not mix the two up? Every week, Lyrical…
And an update on the absence: I was met with an unexpected move (terrible roommate…
Please re-read! I’ve had to make a couple of changes.
She was the epitome of perfection to me. I never realized I had a type until I saw her sitting in that bar, sipping that frozen strawberry margarita. The red of the drink stained her lips, and I couldn't tear my eyes away.
She never noticed me.