Sometimes painting a tree will spark my creativity and lead to something great. Other times, I just paint the tree.
Her eyes were heavy tonight. With a long drive home in sight. Two cups it would take To keep her awake. Drinking one before her plight. She was spinning out of control Lack of sleep had taken its toll. A small drift to the right, Then the left, not so slight… To miss the… Continue reading Frantic. Awake, not Alert
Just a ring of tin and glass, With the words “For Time to Pass.” One thing was clear, She held it dear. T’was kept on a chain of brass. A noise, then a sudden fright. The instinct to freeze, then fight. The necklace clasp, Within her grasp. Her talisman for the night.
She wanted his attention. Badly, and not to mention, It’d been so long Without a song. An unwelcome suspension. It may have not been the best. His demeanor, very stressed. ‘Though it risky, She felt frisky. Her gamble survived the test.
Her own issues caused this gap. Letting herself, succumb to the trap Of Sadness and Fear For things held Dear Just trying to make another lap.