Song

It started out with a song, one that planted a seed inside me,
asking the same old question, “Are you really happy?”
Then, “what if you aren’t, what then will you do?
Will you get up and leave all this behind? Will you? Should you?”

And so the seed grew, and kept growing until the day came
when the answers found their questions. And this time, there was no shame,
from the first word on the page to the last, from the wine, and the gun – but not her past,
I was her and she was me; guess all this was meant to be

all because of a song,
one that woke me up to what was wrong
I need a different kind of love, it’s true
I need to fall in love with me again, not you.


via Discover Challenge: Song

I actually attribute Different Kind of Love by Brendan James as the inspiration for my latest novel, Everything She Ever Wanted, for which he gave me permission to use the lyrics in my book, but it’s actually this one: Nothing For Granted, that started the ball rolling.  The lyrics are just absolutely life-changing. 

As Liz Durano, I write contemporary romance and women’s fiction and my latest book, Everything She Ever Wanted (A Different Kind of Love Novel) is now available from Amazon, iBooks, Barnes & Noble, and Kobo.

Passionate

they say she’s cold,
too lost in her past
one that’s filled with darkness
one that’s meant to last

forever if she lets it
letting it eat her from the inside
like the fires of passion burning
leaving her no place to hide

and so she writes out the demons
teasing them with flowery words
letting her fiery passions rage
in an eternal purge

via Daily Prompt: Passionate

Recharge

She takes her time lazily,
lying prone on her bed
elbows propped, reading her book,
letting the scenes glide in her head
in and out they go,
like waves lapping the shore
recharging her from the week’s craziness
until she’s done with one adventure,
already ready for more.

via Recharge — The Daily Post

Mistake

he’s my biggest mistake,
the best one of all,
and he left me no regrets
for dating to fall
in love with a dream,
for that’s what he is –
just a figment of my imagination
borne from one kiss.

via Mistake — The Daily Post

Craving

darkened corridors,
red-tinged rooms
from where she sees the things she sees
beyond the fringes of the gloom
that is her imagination
beyond where she runs free
where the feel of his touch unmans her,
where the sound of his voice lets her be
whoever she’s always wanted
behind every closed door
where she’s all-around perfection
or his own personal whore –
but always with her consent,
it’s the one card she holds
but beyond each open door, a crack
where others see only the lies they’re sold.

Via Daily Post – Craving