Author Up Challenge – Day 9

Abstract Rainbow Pattern

Thanks for sticking with me through to Day 9 of the Author Up Challenge.

Oh, man. I thought today’s writing prompt might be the end of me. It was a tough one.

Today’s Prompt:

Day 9: Write From the Perspective of a Deaf Man

I brainstormed and wandered mentally down many paths. Finally, in a Google search, somehow deaf and synesthesia were paired together. Synesthesia is a neurological phenomenon that causes a very small percentage of people to sense things in strange pairings. They might smell colors or taste sounds or see scents. Synesthesia is also used as a literary term for pairing different senses together, like referring to certain colors as warm or cold.

I thought it was very a intriguing to idea to play with. So I took some liberties once more.

I hope you enjoy. It’s a short piece, but I think it turned out nicely.

~ Effy

Synesthesia Symphony

“I don’t understand why your father asks to go to the symphony with us. He can’t hear the music, can he?”

“No, but he doesn’t need to. Shh, it’s about to start.”

The old man sat with a smile and watched the air above the orchestra, waiting patiently. Then, the lights dimmed.

The dark, silent nothing becomes
Filled with tiny purple wisps,
Ticking by, flitting by, through the air,
Soon joined by icy blue streamers
Like cobalt smoke, twirling, dancing,
Amongst spiraling tendrils of leafy green
And punctuated by sunny yellow
twinkling and shimmering stars
That rode the sharp crests of
peachy waves, bouncing, hopping,
Along to the heavy clomping, stomping,
of crimson elephant feet that
Hold the rhythm, the pattern, the music,
Together.

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Author Up Challenge – Day 4

rain puddle reflection

It’s Day 4 of the Author Up Challenge, and I’m still going strong.

Here’s today’s prompt:

Day 4: Write From the Female Perspective

I think I’ve got the female perspective down–I’ve got some experience. So I just needed to spark an idea. I came across this prompt on Pinterest I really wanted to use for something:

Writing Prompt: Last Line - I find peace in the rain.

I decided it would be interesting to use it for the beginning and the ending. I went through some ideas–like the last line being final to the story and the character, and I also played around with the idea of the rainwater being the what caused the death somehow. In the end, I decided on a poem. I’m not sure if all of these pieces are supposed to be prose. If so, I guess I broke this one. 🙂

~ Effy

Salty Rain

I seek peace in the rain.
Falling drops drizzle
And hide the tears
That stream down my face.

The rain, it draws out
The hurt, the pain,
And sends invisible
Tracks down my cheeks.

The rain, it brings out
the reasons for my
loneliness and heartache–
Romance gone awry.

Is it me? I often wonder.
It seems too consistent
To be everyone else,
But I know I’m not that bad.

But it seems to be all my fault…

Spouting opinions that matter only to me.
Losing my temper.
Taking on too much.
Trying to fix the world.
Needing to make everything perfect.
Always being write, or do I mean right?
Being too bluntly honest.
Causing offense unintentionally.

Add them all up into
Someone impossible to live with.

There’s got to be one,
One perfect person for me,
In a world full of billions.
Someone who understands.

Or maybe he doesn’t exist
And romance is a farce
Made up by Hollywood
And too many fantasy books.

I search for happiness
Within myself, with myself.
Self love, self acceptance,
And awareness of the real me.

The water that streams
Down my reddened face
Washes away the tears
And I find peace in the rain.

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National Poetry Month – Week 4

Leather journal

More poems from Twitter. This time I think they need no more introduction.

~ Effy

Twitter Prompt Poetry

His intentions were
Oddly noble
His deeds quixotic
I admired his
Romanticism
But fell prey too often
To his mishaps
#artwiculate

I imagine…
Worlds of fantasy
And romance
Where a woman
Can escape the real
And live a life
Created.
#HeartSoup

The work of the writer…
Penning life’s breath
Into characters made of
Ink and paper
Ideas and memories
Heart and soul
#AshVerse

I must confess…
As much as I love gold
I live to create chaos
And so enjoy the agony of mortals.
~ The Dragon
#POMWords

Beware, my fragile heart,
Fall not for pretty words
Or fervent promises
Follow the head
And keep safely in the shadows
#POMWords

Journeying Through Old Lands Poem

Journeying through old lands
Past ruined temples
And overgrown cities
With only the ghosts of beauty
And the fleeting essence of
Grandeur remaining.
#AMSPC

The Fire Played Bashful Poem

At first the fire played bashful
Timidly caressing the wet logs
And popping as
Dampness escaped
Until the wood
Dried and heated
And blazed to life.
#FieryVerse

The murky swamp surrounded them
With the haunting melody
Of night creatures
Creeping along just ot of sight.
#MadVerse

Two lovers uncovered
Like unveiled art,
When darkness claims
The pleading heart.
#MadVerse

Words dangling just out of reach,
Characters hiding their secret desires,
Stories begging to be told–
Awaiting the muse.
#VerseReversal

Spring has not quite sprung–
Waiting for green,
Contemplating sleeping blooms,
Dreaming in the color of lilacs.
#AshVerse

Too many tries at falling in love,
I’m tired of spinning around.
How do I keep upright?
When I’m downside up and upside down.
#FieryVerse

The school semester grows old
And classes draw to a close.
I prepare to both say goodbye
And start with a clean slate.
#SoulHoot

Other Twitter Poems

Sometimes love is selfish
Sometimes love is unkind
Sometimes love just isn’t enough
But usually love is blind.
#amwriting

Interrupted thoughts,
Discarded images,
Broken connections,
Stories left untold–
Now just crumpled pieces of paper.
#amwriting

I'll Seize the Isle of Love Poem

I’ll seize the isle of love
In choppy seas now won.
‘Til one night emotions lay trussed
By the white knight who sighed.
He gives a side glance
And sees the wide aisle
Between our trust and lie revealed.
#homonyms

Note: This last one was from a Creative Writing prompt we did in class. Our goal was to use 6 homonyms (words that sound the same but have different spellings and meanings) in a short piece.

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Poem – Fleeting

Jetstream, by Unknown Artist

Jetstream, by Unknown Artist

This is the first free write from Creative Writing that I have tidied up and decided to share. Above is a painting shared by my teacher. Below is the poem it inspired. My apologies for the glare on the bird. I took a picture of the painting and didn’t notice the glare on the tiny screen of my phone.

Enjoy!

~ Effy

Fleeting

What was I saying?
The answer,
The thought,
Stood firmly in
My mind,
And now it’s gone–
Stolen away
Like a twig
Snatched by a bird
To build its nest.

What were we saying?
Perhaps I can
Steal it back,
Return it
To where it was
Before.
Sadly, thoughts are
More slippery than that,
Words more elusive,
Like butterflies,
Which once caught
Can never fly again.

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Poem – A Full (Empty) Life

A Water Glass

Perhaps I was already melancholy at the time, but I read a writing prompt that made me more so. It was from the blog of J.C. Cauthon:

The worst thing in life is to live a full, rich life but still die alone.

It really got me thinking about how I’ve tried to balance a relationship with family and work and school and writing. It always seems an unequal balance. How can I make a decision between what is “more important”? It seems impossible and unfair.

I’ll try and make sure the next piece I post is more cheery. 🙂

~ Effy

A Full (Empty) Life

The meaning of life
Is it money?
Is it fame?
Is it legacy?
Is it love?

Life does not balance easily.
It careens us back and forth
Like a demented teeter totter.
It forces us to make decisions
And choose sides.

Do I devote myself
To work,
To knowledge,
To writing,
To love?

Which will I choose today?
Who is more important?
Such unfair questions.

Do I focus on me?
How selfish!
Do I focus on you?
What if you leave?

At least if I’m happy with myself
I can survive.
Better than being happy with you.
Because then I could not bear
The parting.

Why focus on others?
Why leave my life in your hands?
Everyone leaves.
Only I stay.

What makes this life
Full or empty?

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National Poetry Month — Week 3

Book with Heart

More poems inspired by various Twitter prompts. Some even have images to go with them this week, when I was at home and so inclined.

~ Effy

Twitter Prompt Poetry

“An Amorous Affair”
No bond greater
No love deeper
No passion hotter
Than a dragon
And his gold.
#FieryVerse

Passion's Voice poem

Passion’s Voice–
A soft, sultry breath
Against my ear.
Passion’s Touch–
The lightest brush
Of fingertips.
Passion’s Kiss–
A silent dance
To bond two souls.
#AshVerse

The Dragon Slept poem

The dragon slept.
He heard its
Even breathing
Rumbling like
An avalanche.
Creeping, tiptoeing
Across the chamber.
He didn’t see one yellow eye open,
Didn’t sense something wrong,
Until he could feel the warmth.
#HeartsMeal

Love is forgiveness.
I know this is true,
Because I see it
In her big brown eyes
And I feel it
Knowing I can’t
Stay upset.
#amwriting

My heart feels like
An open wound
Visible to all
Free to see.
So I try to
Hide it away
And protect it
From further damage.
#AMSPC

A throaty rumble
Becomes fiery breath,
Just as skin and hair
Become hot ash,
Burning like paper dolls.
#AMSPC

I’m sorry
For every misunderstanding.
I’m sorry
For each angry word.
But I won’t apologize
For the way I feel.
#HeartSoup

I’m solid and tall
Like a sturdy oak
Standing straight
Weathering wind and rain.
But you’re the fire.
#MadVerse

I deal in words and sentences.
I breath life into characters.
As I create,
I also admit
Each has
Changed me.
#WrittenRiver

Deep and sultry,
His voice greets
My ears like
A sweet melody.
I could just listen
All day.
#WordVerse

I am the passionate beast

My heart of fire
Beats with
Burning desire—
I am the passionate beast.
#HeartsMeal

Eternal love–
Spoken in breathless syllables
During intimate moments.
Now, another broken promise.
#DSpoetry

Warm whispers of wetness
And showers softly singing
Through drizzles of discourse.
The Language of Rain.
#MadVerse

Slithering and prowling
Black creatures
Creep at the edges
Of light,
Making the night
The land of
Visible darkness.
#orjay

Once upon a time,
I believed in
Chaotic dragons,
Lithe elves,
Powerful magic
And eternal love.
Oh wait, I still do.
#ElixirPoetry

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Poem – Worldbuilding

Surreal Painiting

Unknown Painting, by an Unknown Artist

In Creative Writing, we’ve been discussing surrealistic writing. This short poem was inspired by the image above–which I found online, but unfortunately I could not find any information about it.

Enjoy!

~ Effy

Worldbuilding

Creating worlds in my mind.
Places of imagination:
Cities of dreams,
Mountains of emotion,
Oceans as deep as my searching soul,
Names perched on the edges of my mind.
Born like children–
Nursed through infancy
And encouraged to grow
Until they fill my brain
And fill the pages.

Empty pages–
Are they less or more terrifying
Than an empty imagination?
I fear them both.

So I keep my mind
Preoccupied with places
And populated with people.
People from sprawling spaces
Brimming with monsters
To keep the people busy.
Like my twirling mind keeps me busy
Because idle hands are the devil’s plaything
And so is an idle mind.

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The Ballad of Aeolus the White

White Dragon, by Ben Wootten

White Dragon, by Ben Wootten

My current goal is to complete a series of stories about the various dragons of Dadreon. So far, I have a green dragon story, a red dragon story, and now here I have a white dragon story. Expect the black and blue dragons to follow soon! (The black dragon piece is already in the works.)

This is for my Creative Writing class. Our assignment was to create an “Instruction” piece–meaning a piece that commands or explains or tells how to do something or how to accomplish something. Rather than write something tongue-in-cheek about “How To” or “How Not To” do something, I wanted to write about dragons. (I know, we’re all surprised! I never write about dragons!) So decided to write about a bossy white dragon with minions (worshipers).

I have been playing with poetry a lot lately, and for some reason the title to this piece got stuck in my head and wouldn’t go away. So I had to make it a ballad. So I had to figure out how to write a ballad. This is a very experimental piece, so please be gentle with feedback. But as always, I’d love to hear what you think. 🙂

Anyway, please enjoy!

~ Effy

The Ballad of Aeolus the White

White Dragon, by Saeto15

White Dragon, by Saeto15

I

“Bring me meat!” the great white wyrm demanded.
His yellowed fangs and crystalline blue eyes
Gleamed in the dim reflections of the faroff sun
Sneaking its rays into his ice-crusted cavern.

When Aeolus commanded, his worshippers
Fell over one another in frightened heaps to comply.
They brought him seal and orca meat, but his
Favorite was the fierce and hearty polar bear.

None of the cowardly barbarians had proved
Themselves brave or strong enough to slay one.
A few of the younger and stupider warriors tried
And never returned, surely made into bear food.

For a polar bear, Aeolus would leave his cave of
Ice and darkness to hunt. They were his delicacy.
The white dragon stalked the chilly tundra
As its apex predator–stronger than bear or wolf.

World’s End polar bears stood twice a man’s
Height on their hind legs, but Aeolus loomed
Twice that at his shoulders. Small for a dragon,
He towered over all other, mortal creatures.

White gleaming scales met white woolly fur,
And she rose to her full height of ten feet,
Roaring a dreadful challenge. Aeolus did not
Blink or waver, he rumbled back like the thunder.

“Cower before Aeolus!” the white wyrm bellowed.
No creature did he fear, none were his master.
“Cower before my might! I will chew your bones
And drink your blood as humans drink mead!”

The polar bear female dropped to all fours,
Backpedaled several feet and rumbled uncertainly.
She did not turn away, she knew it meant death.
Aeolus knew her death closed in either way.

He toyed with his food, like a cat with a mouse.
Slash and sidestep, bite and flap his wings.
Confuse her, keep her off balance, tire her out.
Only when she panted, stumbled would he strike.

Blood like rubies soaked the icy snow, and still
The bear huffed and snarled. A great claw caught
Aeolus on the forepaw and it made him laugh
A great guffaw. “Bleed! Submit!” And he sneered.

Finally, the female, her white fur shades of pink
And red, collapsed. As her legs gave out, Aeolus
Shot his head forward and snapped her thick neck,
Ending the creature’s pain in one quick shake.

Aeolus strutted his catch through the village,
The great polar bear hanging limply from his jaws.
The humans prostrated themselves before him,
Cowering at the strength and power of the dragon.

They praised him as they might a god:
Aeolus the white, Aeolus the terrible.
But they knew his temper, cold as ice:
Aeolus the frigid, Aeolus the devourer.

White Dragon

White Dragon, Unknown Artist

II

Aeolus had grown accustomed to the fear and
Obedience he inspired in his dim worshippers.
At his every command, they rushed to please him.
His every whim, they knew better than to deny.

So it came as a surprise when one day, alone
In his icy crystalline cavern, Aeolus heard a voice.
The voice seemed to originate inside his head.
It made demands of him. It gave him commands.

Fly south. Return to the land of your origin,
The voice insisted. Aeolus snarled back aloud,
“Silence! No creature do I fear! None is my master!”
Then he shook his head with great violence.

Still the voice persisted, growing louder and louder:
Fly south. Return to the land of your Father.
Aeolus gathered himself stubbornly, bellowing:
“Leave me be, voice! I will not submit to you!”

Even had the white wyrm anyone to confide in,
He would have kept his own, solitary council,
For voices in one’s head are always a bad sign.
Aeolus would never admit to such mental infirmities.

So he brooded and endured the insistent voice.
His worshippers came and went, and the dragon
made sure to never give them any idea of the
lingering, ever-present whispers in their idol’s head.

Until one day, a handful of the barbarians brought
A giant orca carcass to the feet of their icy master.
He hissed a note of pleasure to the group, when
Suddenly the intruder returned, more tenacious:

Fly south. Fly south. Fly south, it chanted rhythmically.
You must. Don’t resist. Hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry…
“No! Be gone!” Aeolus roared. The very air vibrated and
The cavern walls shook until icicles fell and shattered.

The worshippers looked at one another in confusion,
Dull eyes and slack mouths forming questions.
“Leave my head!” the white wyrm commanded in
A thunderous hiss, his wings and claws smashing.

The humans fled and ensured they were far from
earshot before sharing whispers of, “Voices, eh?
The White One is hearing voices. A bad sign, surely.”
For even they knew of those who lurked below.

Deep below slept ancient creatures beyond evil.
They invaded the dreams of mortals with raving
Whispers of murderous intent. Could these monsters
Scratch away the sanity of their immortal master?

They praised him as they might a god:
Aeolus the white, Aeolus the terrible.
But they knew of his unheard whispers:
Aeolus the deranged, Aeolus the erratic.

White Dragon Statue

White Dragon Statue, Unknown Artist

III

Aeolus narrowed his eyes to mere slits, watching
The movement of his worshippers below in their
Small village. He heard the rumors. He saw the looks.
He knew what they thought of him and snarled.

The white wyrm was not crazy, nor being driven
To it. Instead, he seethed with anger cold as frostbite.
“I submit to no one–man, dragon, or even god,”
He growled to himself, to the voice, but less adamant.

The dragon had determined it was no ancient evil
Whispering maddening and repetitive commands to him,
But he had not determined the true source of the voice.
Aeolus felt it was draconic, but could not answer why.

I am the sleeper, I am the jailor, I am the Father of
Dragons, the voice finally admitted. Aeolus’ lip twitched.
“Impossible. Tell me, who are you really? Why do you
torment me? Tell me!” He bared his teeth at the shadows.

Who else could invade your thoughts so completely?
Aeolus snorted, unable to make an intelligent retort.
Why do you still resist? Fly home. Fly south. I need you.
One ice-white eyebrow arched over a glacier blue eye.

The voice’s plea echoed in his head, tugging at his
Frigid heartstrings. The unfamiliar sensation caused him
A pain almost physical that faded to a sharp tingle–
like a limb that has fallen asleep and refuses to awaken.

“Why?” the last stubborn holdout of the dragon’s being
Demanded. “Tell me why I should do as you ask?”
Time is running out. Hurry, hurry, please. Come home.
The voice, still imploring, was a sweet caress, an embrace.

The curiosity deep within Aeolus continued to grow.
It slowly began to conquer the stubbornness, so deep
And ingrained it was embedded in the white wyrm’s
Soul. What could the Father possibly want of him?

Before Aeolus could fully form the question in his mind,
His legs were moving, faster, launching him into the cold
Air that did not chill the white dragon. Wings spread and
Caught the winds. Wing and wind embraced like old lovers.

The dragon tirelessly flew, on and on. The distance to
Sandrae was great, but time seemed to pass in a place
Separate from Aeolus the White. It did not affect him.
He never tired or faltered. Soon green forests bloomed.

The ruined city of Bethel came into view below him.
Aeolus knew without knowing that was his destination.
As he made a lazy loop and picked a place to land,
He realized he was not alone, not the first to arrive.

Other dragons, dragons of every color–both chromatic
And metallic hues–filled the sky and the courtyard of
The Temple of Yargonae. Aeolus had never once run
Across a single other dragon since the death of Anemone.

Vines wound and grass grew through the cracks
In Bethel’s main road, the once straight path from
The gate, now rusted close, to the base of the crumbling
Marble steps of the Temple–dark and silent as death.

When Rhaegar, the Father of Dragons, once more spoke
To Aeolus, he knew he spoke to them all, for he saw
The curious looks and cocking of heads. Welcome home,
My wayward children. Witness soon the dawn of your rebirth.

Confusion and fleeting panic went through Aeolus’
Thoughts, but they were soon replaced with a warm
Feeling that began in his chest and spread throughout.
He felt a change and somehow sensed Anemone.

His heart burst with joy, but Aeolus could not reach
Out to her, did not even comprehend how he knew she
Was there. Before he could fret overly, he felt her draw
Closer–until they were one and he knew completion.

They praised him as they might a god:
Aeolus the white, Aeolus the terrible.
But the Father knew him better than any:
Aeolus the lonely, Aeolus the loner.

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National Poetry Month – Week 2

Laptop and grassy field

Poetry month continues, so here are some more Twitter poems from prompts.

Enjoy!

~ Effy

Twitter Prompt Poetry

If I falter
Pick me up.
If I wander
Bring me back.
But never will I
Forget my promise.
#MadVerse

Orange, yellow, red,
Flames burn away
My fears
As the fire of
Our passion
Consumes me.
#WrittenRiver

A heart with no scars
Is a heart that never knew love.
No one escapes unscathed.
#HomoAquarius

The secret life of dragons
Leads one to realize
The depths of their emotion.
But first one must get past
Claws, teeth, and flames.
#AshVerse

Necromantic magic
In the gloom
Of deepest bog,
Reflects a soul
Devoid of light
And heart of
Blackest obsidian.
#AshVerse

Surely this must be
Another person
Another life
I see?
Surely it is not me
Laughing
Talking
With another
Face-to-face?
#HeartSoup

Tumbling, gasping,
Drowning in a sea
Of failed romances
And bitter memory
Wishing for someone
To bring me
Back to shore
#MadVerse

I’m really a big cuddly teddy bear–
But no one can see past the claws and teeth.
~ True dragon confessions
#CDpoetry

Every moment
Feels like a slow poison
Creeping through my veins
Then I realize
What doesn’t kill me
Makes me stronger
#FieryVerse

I’m all too familiar
With your danger.
Passion and excitement
That ends in
A flood of
Regret
And tears.
#WrittenRiver

That moment when
The rising sun
Hits the morning dew and
Flares to life
In a rainbow dance
of awakening.
#HomoAquarius

When dealing with dragons
Craft your words carefully.
You never know what phrase
Might provoke or appease
The chaotic being.
#VerseReversal

Haikus (This Week and Some Older)

Such a bleeding heart
Open a vein and show it
Around for retweets.

Rainy, wet school day.
Dodging raindrops and earthworms.
Ahh, the smells of spring.

Reading in the rain–
Droplets on sheet metal roof
Causing fogged windows.

Thawing and melting,
Smells of rich, life-giving sod.
Potential for growth.

Warm sun and cool breeze,
Birds are singing in the trees.
Lunchtime R & R.

All love got me is
Hoarse and unheard. Like a dog
Chained to a dead tree.

Palpable tendrils
Floating through the air — waves of
Creativity.

Creativity
And fantastic ideas, floating
Through the air, unbound.

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Poem – Lyrical

Romantic Couple

This weekend, it seemed there were a number of 80’s movies on and not much else. I have a habit of either music or TV as subtle background noise. These, I actually watched. Not that I need any excuse to watch 80’s movies. I am a child of the 80’s. I grew up on an era of movies (and music) that glorified romance and the rise of the nerd. In fact, my four all-time favorite movies are all 80’s romances: Pretty Woman, The Princess Bride, Romancing the Stone (also about a writer!), and Roxanne. But Weird Science, Harry and the Hendersons, Back to the Future I & II, and National Lampoon’s Vacation made me all nostalgic this weekend and reminded of some of the things I learned from 80’s movies.

The biggest of those themes being that everyone lives happily ever after.

Hence, I grew up to be a hopeless romantic, that began as a hopeful romantic.

So I decided to try and work that idea into a poem. Enjoy.

~ Effy

Lyrical

Hopeful romantic,
Raised on 80’s romance movies
And saying, like in 80’s love songs,
I want to know what love is.(1)

Romance, like my fantasy stories,
Teaching me a preferable reality.
Watching The Princess Bride,
And longing for my Westley.

Watching Weird Science and movies
About nerds and underdogs
Who always get the girl
And live happily ever after.

Sappy romances were
My love textbooks growing up.
Pretty Woman and the
Happy ending I wanted too.

I just called to say “I love you.”(2)
So don’t you forget about me,(3)
Because you were always on my mind,(4)
And sweet dreams are made of these.(5)

Years later, after high school and
Trudging my way through adulthood,
I learned the reality of love
And the hurt of heartbreak.

Where’s my Roxanne ending?
Where’s my heroic Jack T. Colten?(6)
Where’s my Coming to America prince?
Where’s my undying Ghost romance?

Oh you know that I’d do anything for you,(7)
But this heart of mine has been hurt before.(8)
Oh, I want to be that complete.(9)
Where is my happy ending?(10)

This tainted love you’ve given…(11)
Now I’ve learned that romance
Doesn’t work that way for a
Hopeless romantic.

Footnotes of Lyrics/Movies Referenced:

  1. Foreigner – “I Want to Know What Love Is”
  2. Stevie Wonder – “I Just Called to Say I Love You”
  3. Simple Minds – “Don’t You (Forget About Me)”
  4. Pet Shop Boys – “Always on my Mind”
  5. Eurythmics – “Sweet Dreams”
  6. Romancing the Stone
  7. The Cure – “Love Cats”
  8. Foreigner – “Waiting for a Girl Like You”
  9. Peter Gabriel – “In Your Eyes”
  10. Paula Cole – “Where Have All the Cowboys Gone?”
  11. Soft Cell – “Tainted Love”

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