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September 2016

Daily Prompt: Sidewalk

via Daily Prompt: Sidewalk

For a split second you were the love of my life. You were everything I wanted and everything I needed. You were my escape from all the bad in the world. Now you are the bad in the world. You took my heart and ripped it out of my chest and gave it to someone else. Someone better…

I should’ve known better than to trust you, I should’ve known from the start that your surreptitious agenda was built upon malevolent intentions that would, in the end, destroy me.

I was alone and I was content with my life. Until today… While walking the streets I noticed a familiar face in the cohesion of people swarming towards me like bees to honey. It was you.

I tried my utmost best to avoid looking at you, but like a moth to the flame, my eyes took me straight back to you. Your face. The face I woke up to every day for two years. The face I never thought I’d see again, but there you were walking towards me.

I would’ve said something but I knew that would’ve made everything worse. So I watched as you walked by me and once again you walked in and out of my life and once again you put a whole in my chest with just one glimpse of your face.

You went from being my everything to being just another stranger on the sidewalk.

© 2016 by Stacey-Leigh Laycock. All Rights Reserved.

Desperate Desires

When the lights go out. You are all I see.

Even though it’s dark. You shine so brightly.

We’ll set fire to the room, to the world.

My desire is for me to be your girl.

© 2016 by Stacey-Leigh Laycock. All Rights Reserved.

Daily Prompt: Twinkle

via Daily Prompt: Twinkle

I don’t exactly know how I fell for him. Maybe it was the way he held me close in his arms. Maybe the way he would say my name. Maybe the way his lips curled to form that mesmerising smile. Maybe it was the giggle that took me back to my childhood. Or maybe, just maybe, it was that twinkle in his eyes. His eyes were as blue as the sky and as blue as the ocean… What I mean by that is that they weren’t blue at all. They only looked blue to conceal what he was inside. His eyes were blue, his soul black, and his heart as cold as ice.

© 2016 by Stacey-Leigh Laycock. All Rights Reserved.


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