February 9, 2010 by writtenlyric
Written as a reply to my post “Future Mrs.”, by a blogger named Half Pint. She was inspired by the piece I wrote and effortlessly created her response. This is the first time someone has done such. Thank you Half Pint for your time and response. I hope you all enjoy this as much as I did.
-New chapters.
Dear Future Mr., who’s name I will some day take, be patient for true love’s sake. Our paths have not yet crossed, but hope is certainly not lost.
Love will always find a way, and I’ve never been one to doubt fate. A home and children will soon arrive, all new chapters in our lives.
An no more beautiful book will be seen, than the story of you and me; pages gently bound…
Into A Tale of True Love Found.
By: Half Pint
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February 7, 2010 by writtenlyric
-My pen.
For the past few weeks I’ve drifted from my pen. & how I just long to come with grips with it again. My new job has crazy hours, plus I’ve got gig on the side. I’m raking in the money but it’s just one bumpy ride.
For the experience & the money, my passion is the cost. But I do what I got to do, for I’ve got to please the boss. & it’s a conflict of interest, oh how I miss my pen. & the sad part is, I’m falling deeper in this trend.
Written words have become less, like leaves falling from a tree. & to my avid readers, please accept my apology. I hope to break this cycle, I hope to break this trend. Because honestly speaking…
I Just Really Miss My Pen.
By: W. Lyric
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February 4, 2010 by writtenlyric
-So many.
The journey started off with so many peers of feet, walking about roaming, wandering the street. But peer by peer the numbers soon dropped. & ever so often there was a graveyard stop.
Less footsteps heard as the peers grew small, so many wondered off, tripped & did fall. They never did get up, so sad but so true. One by one falls the members of the crew.
Then I remembered, for awhile unaware. I looked left & then right, to find few standing near. It’s true what they say & it’s been hitting home. Many started with me…
But I Now Walk Alone.
By: W. Lyric
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