Dancing

  Can you feel my heartbeating rapidly?I’m holding on to our lovewhile you’re forgetting.Music plays, we move naturally.We capture our audience,hold them in a trance.Inside I’m slowly dying.This is our last dance.You can sign autographs.I’ll be on my wayto the next stage of lifewithout you guiding me.You’ll miss this one day.Written for Yeah Write

Destined

     Fat raindrops pelted the window where Clara stared out at the darkness.   She replayed the past six months of her life over and over in her mind until everything was as blurry as her view.  It wasn’t like her to get depressed over another audition where she didn’t make the cut again. … Continue reading Destined