she’d always been the prudent one,
the girl who played by the rules
until He set a game for them,
far from what she’d always known
to be good.
But she knew when to walk away
and when to stay calm,
and on nights when He’d let
his demons out, she knew better
than to run.
For wasn’t that how love was?
Sometimes gentle, sometimes rough?
But never too much that she’d
fear His touch; He was more
you tell me,
he will come
the love I’ve been
the man my heart
until the day comes
when he’ll betray me
for he’s as fallible
as all the rest,
for even hearts
are wrong sometimes –
they don’t always know
NaPoWriMo Day 1
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.
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
Sometimes life can feel
like a slog,
all work and no play making me
feel like a cog in someone else’s wheel,
leaving me spent and hollow,
until life just stops, and too late,
I”ve run out of tomorrows.
via Slog — The Daily Post
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
isn’t it obvious?
can’t you see
just how much my world
revolves around you and me?
how everything that i am
depends on how you feel
from the moment you awake,
and my world becomes real?
She is his obsession
his soul’s desire
she is who he dreams of –
for her, he’d walk through fire
through the depths of hell
he’ll come for her
she is his personal heaven
there will never be another…
Via Daily Prompt
On the surface, we are perfect
the ideal family for all to see
Yet behind closed doors, we seethe and boil,
each one oblivious to the other’s turmoil
not seeing the lies
as each day, we continue to die
via Surface — The Daily Post
Like paint left on for too long
sometimes we crack, we peel
weathering every storm that comes
forgetting, that even with all the pain
we can still feel the sting of life,
via Paint — The Daily Post