We can dance for the stars
Was a Texas hot Summer night and you wore your black dress and dancing shoes. I was drinking the Long Island teas since 6 pm and you arrived and you found me drinking alone at 9 pm.
I saw in your eyes, the Texas wildfire and the hunger to dance. You came to me, embraced me and you whispered. Michigan pretend cowboys, are you drinking or dancing tonight? Texas girls don’t waste time on the men who love the drink over the Texas two-step and some romance.
I watched her coffee brown eyes observed my thoughts and I told her. The drink had tasted better and you are the most beautiful girl in Belton, Texas. I see those dancing shoes and the black dress. Dear Sally, I know a Texas storm when I see one. I believe the soldier can dance in your stormy…
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Writing is like driving at night in the fog.
You can only see as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way.
– E. L. Doctorow
Today is Day 53 of the 2020 Daily Writing Challenge.
Did you write yesterday? If you didn’t, what stopped you? Self-doubt can leave you feeling like a deer in the headlights, petrified, off-balance, and powerless. Instead of using your precious minutes to type even a handful of words on the page, you allow yourself to be distracted.
Perhaps you stare at a blank screen, convinced your work recounts an incoherent trip along a winding road leading you nowhere. Your vivid imagination has forsaken you, leaving you in a void of uninspired darkness. You suspect you are a fraud who will never be good enough.
Breathe. Think about the adventure you want your audience to experience, explore your plot, meet…
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Your eyes, they never lie,
Even if you hide, they’ll either break, shed a tear or cry,
You can fool others but not the one who has seen you starving for love,
Toiling, sulking and coiling in my arms to reach for the stars up above.
I promise when the world will turn blind,
I’ll be there to make you smile.
When my memory will fade and the years of past will wash my childhood away.
I’ll still recognize you from the crowd.
Your love will be my guiding force and my love will be the veil that you adorn every night.
“I fell in love, but you didn’t love me back.
And I knew the fall would kill me.”
Standing at the edge of a cliff called Love is a scary place to be. It’s the knowing that you could fall at any second. And when you do, you don’t know what will be there when you land. If that love isn’t returned, what will you see waiting for you? Will you hit water? Fall into flame? And on the way down, you realize it doesn’t matter. Because the landing will probably kill you first.
© Sarah Doughty
Though falling in love with someone
that doesn’t love you back won’t kill you,
it hurts like hell. So be kind to yourself.
Pick yourself up and keep going.
The right one is out there waiting.
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Today’s Word of the Day is Resilient.
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