A Rolling Stone Gathers No Moss

He was sitting alone

But he was flirting

With the lady at the bar

He wanted her tonight

And did everything he could

To entice the woman

And get an invite

Back to her apartment

He would be a whirlwind

In one late night

Then gone in the morning

He had already been

In this town too long

He was itchy to move

Get to the next town

And see what it would offer

He wanted no strings

No roots

No commitment of any kind

A free spirit

With no responsibilities

Just a memory in the wind

 

 

Written for Fandango’s February Expressions (FFE) – #13

In A Different League

I am trying something new.  One of the wonderful writers I follow has a writing prompt I am giving a try.  It is a ten word challenge and I think I accomplished something reasonably coherent from the blend of all the words.  Not quite my usual style, but it is a challenge after all.  Let me know what you think and join in the challenge if you would like.

This is the word list…

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And this is the original post – Sumyanna Writes

Here goes…

 

I manage a shy smile…

Inside I am giddy with excitement

But I am too scared to let it show

My heart is about to pop out of my chest

There is no doubt I am in awe of him

But I punish myself with words of failure

Sure he can only see the bad in me

And there is no hope for a future

In addition to my internal fears

There is a steady supply of women

Willing to trot in front of him and bat their eyes

Why would he want someone plain like me

I look away from his chiseled features

And that five o’clock shadow he never shaves

Sure he is way out of my league

I suddenly see a shadow cross the base of my table

I look up into heaven as he smiles down at me…