Ode To My Broken Heart 💔

It’s okay baby girl.
You’re fine.

The Chandelier

This week’s writing prompt: Using no more than 50 words, write one sentence describing a room in as much detail as possible.

Loved Broken

I was drunk, cold and out

When I heard the devil serenade you

6 Word Story: Betrayal

Broken Jar of Clay

Hi. It’s me…

I sit here in my thoughts,
thinking about all I have been through.
No ones fault but by my own choices.
I have been blind, in sin by deed, by choice.

Eight Words – Part II

Him

I never for a second doubted your love
But often felt smothered by your affection
[Sighs]

Eight Words- Part I

Her

 

I woke up with my thoughts all foggy again.
[Sigh].
Here again.
Invading my thoughts.
Or is it guilt that plagues me?
Sleepless nights, waking up in cold sweats.