Emerging writer stuff

Daily 3: The Sun

I managed to make myself write something, so here's part three.

Prompt: Turn song lyrics into a new story.

We went drinking back, drinking for two.

We play together in the backyard.

I shuffle all the cards.

We have some laughs while drinking.

Let's get lost on mars.

Hanging from the trees,

I tilted the clouds; he tilted my hand.

Come dance the silence down.

We never went far

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Oh, we'll meet at ten.

Coffee and juice; He sure deserves it.

Things have been dark for too long.

 "What happened to you?"

He's unhappy. "It still hurts." 

He takes a brief silent before continuing to talk.

"I can't hide how I'm feeling; I'll want a quiet life. Making waves across the remainder of my time."

I can't stop; Every muscle is aching.

There needs to be somewhere to run to when there's trouble.

"It's just the wasted years so close behind."

I want to be strong like a lion.

"Believe in me."

"Sweet dreams."

There's glitter in my eyes. 

He walks in slow motion in my direction then he's out the door

There is a cast of golden light from the sun onto his soul.

If I knew Picasso, she's looking down at him.