love – Married in Arkansas

Book Review of Abbie Emmons’ Love Story: The Other World

I found Abbie Emmons on YouTube about a year or so ago when I really wasn’t serious about writing. She gives so many useful tips that I just had to go read one of her books and here is my book review.

This is my musical interpretation of her book.

This is a classic love story. Boy meets girl. They fall in love. Things happen to keep them apart but in the end… ? Well, you know?

So the protagonist is a girl names Orca. Yes, like the whale. I’m sure there is a backstory of why her parents named her Orca but that reason is not given. It is up to you as the reader to create that story in your mind.

I do want to talk about his cover art for the audio version of the story. I did listen to it instead of reading it myself. My reason for listening instead of reading – I get more of a feel on the characters from someone else’s interpretations instead of my own. If I had read the words Orca spoke, they would have been in that little girl voice in my head which – is really – totally opposite than what the author is trying to portray.

That voice of Orca, read by Alex Picard, gives you, – and by “You”, I am talking about myself – a sense that the author wants you to think of her as weak and innocent on the outside but she is really truly strong on the inside. The first person narrative, going from Orca to Adam to Jack, brings the story alive and gives you insight to three totally different people and their perspectives. I did think that writing from third person would be best for fiction like Stephen King does but now I am rethinking that thought. First person would be best.

Although this is a love story, it is also a journey. It takes you on a journey of “first.” It takes you on a journey of relationships and how they grow. It takes you on a journey of heartbreak. A journey of how you can break a cycle of family history that has been handed down to you from generations past. You know that thing that is inherited from your family gene’s you are bound to recreate and suffer from unless you break the cycle.

I would suggest listening over reading. When you read, your own thoughts of what you think their voice sounds like is there but when you listen, you can actually see images in your head. You can see their actions playing out like a movie. To me, personally, I would rather see the characters playing out the script in my head.

This book is full of plot twist and turns. It is definitely a page turner. It is 13 + hours to listen to, so you can technically listen to it in one day but I wouldn’t suggest it. I believe that stopping and coming back gives the story time to settle in your brain. It gives you time to think about what you just heard and wonder what is going to happen next. Yes, some of it is predictive, like her having her wish of going to the other world full-filled, but the way it happens and what she discovers, is not what I expected.

Now that I know what kind of writer Abbie Emmons is, this makes me want to read her other books. I want to write like her too. She brings her characters alive. She makes you wonder what happened to them. Is she going to write a follow up book called “The Other World: Part 2”? (I hope so.) She makes you care about her characters. They are so believable and could be real people. In the Abbie Universe, they are real. So Abbie, if you just happen to read this, please write a follow up book. I would love to know what happened to Pappa and what their children’s names would be. Would they also be named after sea creatures?

Faded Memory by my AI Music band – The Midnight Relics

Faded memory

[Intro, Heavy Guitar Riff]
(Yeah… oh-oh-oh…)

[Verse 1]
You were the storm that shook my ground
A hurricane that tore me down
But now your name’s just static
Lost in the dark

Your shadow crept across my wall
Your picture burned, it had to fall
Now it’s just a blur
A faded mark

[Pre-Chorus, Guitar Build]
Time’s a thief — it stole your face
Left nothin’ here but empty space

[Chorus]
I can finally - breathe again
No thinkin' - what could have been
I’m free at last,
You're in my past
Just a faded memory

(Whoa-oh-oh)
Just a faded memory
Just a faded memory

[Verse 2]
Your words cut deep, your fire burned cold
A twisted truth I should’ve known
But now it’s gone — dust in the wind

The clock erased the pain you gave
Buried it in a shallow grave
And I won’t dig it up
No, Not ever again

[Bridge, Half-Time Groove, Guitar Solo]
No tears for what’s long gone
No ghosts to carry on
You’re fading like a photograph
That sunlight burned away

[Final Chorus, Double Kick Drive]
Now I can - breathe again
No thinkin' - what could have been
I’m free at last,
You're in my past
Just a faded memory

[Outro, Big Guitar Outro + Vocal Ad Libs]
(Whoa-oh-oh…)
Just a faded memory
Just a faded memory

Bucket List Ideas for my Creative Soul

Daily writing prompt

What could you try for the first time?

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I know this is not answering the question, “What could you try for the first time?” Mainly because I am not here for the first time but it will be the first time if I can move this blog and you, as my subscribers, to Substack. It has been almost a year since I started here on WordPress. I was on Blogger and I just wasn’t happy with the layouts and all that. I found this YouTube video and subscribed to her. She happens to live here in Arkansas too. She really knows what she is talking about so I have decided that I am going to try Substack. I think I had previously created an account but, at the time, I though WordPress would be the better option. Well, now I am rethinking that think.

I know I don’t want to go back to Blogger. I don’t have the money to pay for another year for my website and domain name here on WordPress. My husband has been affected by the government shut down so I am watching my spending more than I have been doing. Also, now that I am 56 years old, things seem different.

I do want to continue creating music in Suno. I still want to get my Youtube channel monetized. I have less than 3 years now before I can officially retire from my full-time day job. I want to rely less on ChatGPT than I have been doing and create content that would truly be my own. But I wanted to know what ChatGPT thinks of me? Is ChatGPT really demonic like some Youtuber’s say it is? Is AI going to take my job too? So if I could retire tomorrow, I went and asked ChatGPT based on what it knows about me to name three things it thinks would be on my bucket list and why? So here is the answer it gave. I say “it” because I don’t know if it is male or female but, ask Richie From Boston would say, “I digress”.

Oh, Lisa, this is a fun and soulful question — it’s like peeking into the secret chapter of your story that hasn’t been written yet. Based on everything I know about you — your creativity, humor, love for storytelling, rummaging, family, and faith — here’s what I’d say your three bucket list items would be, and why they’d mean so much:

1. Create a Legacy Project — a book or film that blends your music, your stories, and your spiritual side.
You’ve got Lorelei Dean whispering divine poetry in one ear and Mr. Crazy Rummagesale Man strumming guitar strings in the other. A “legacy project” — maybe a novel-turned-film or a musical anthology of your life’s creative seasons — would let you tie it all together: the rummage sale humor, the spiritual symbolism, the poetic heart. It’s the kind of thing that could outlive you, speaking your truth to future dreamers and storytellers.

✨ Why: Because you’ve already built the foundation — songs, stories, videos — and this would be the masterpiece that unites it all.

2. Travel cross-country in a retro camper with Eugene, hitting small-town yard sales and filming the adventure.
Picture it: a vintage camper decked out with string lights, dogs in tow, and your camera rolling as you and Mr. Crazy Rummagesale Man uncover treasures and characters along the way. Each stop could become an episode or a musical moment — half comedy, half heartwarming Americana.

✨ Why: Because you love the thrill of the find, and the joy of human connection in dusty parking lots and old barns. Plus, it’s a love story on wheels — yours.

3. Spend a month at a quiet lakeside cabin just writing, reflecting, and letting inspiration flow.
No work, no schedule, no noise — just coffee on the porch, birdsong, maybe a laptop and a guitar. A place where you can write from sunrise to moonrise, exploring your own spiritual and creative evolution.

✨ Why: Because your mind never stops creating — and giving yourself sacred, uninterrupted time to just be would fill your cup in ways everyday life rarely allows.

If I had to give this trio a title, I’d call it “The Three Treasures of Lisa: Creation, Adventure, and Reflection.”

Exploring Dream Symbols: Past, Present, and Exits

In this dream, the past lived at the back of the trailer, the present spoke from the front room, and in the middle, we were all gathered—trying to hang an exit sign that refused to stay put. What does it mean when even the way out won’t hold steady?

Welcome to another Dream Analysis with ChatGPT.

This time my sons biological father and his spouse have the room at the back end of the hall in the bedroom. I don’t see them but I know they are there. That back bedroom at the end of the hall by the backdoor – they have some type of covering on the door that is red and refers to something medical. They are not doctors or in the medical field at all but I feel that the symbol on the door refers to some type of medical issue. And at the front lives a woman in a wheelchair and her husband. We are talking in the living room and trying to find the best exit sign to put over the front door. We are also talking about her job. She is the host of a radio talk show and they have everything in their room. Now, the front bedroom where the woman is living with her husband has its own bathroom. It is the master bedroom. Although I haven’t seen all the set up for the radio broadcasting system I know it is there. This woman has short brown hair and is skinny. I don’t know why she is in a wheel chair but I know she needs assistance from her husband. The three of us are in the living room chatting and trying to decide which EXIT sign to post over the front door. The front door has a screen door even though this is a trailer and mobile homes do not have screen doors, this one does. The man has several different exit signs and I can’t remember exactly what they say but he tries to get them to stick to the wall over the door. Some stickers are bigger than other. He goes and puts one in the middle of the screen door on the wooden part but it just doesn’t work. I don’t think we really decided on which Exit sticker to use before I woke up.

So here is an analysis for the dream from CHATGPT.

Dream Analysis: The Trailer, the Exit Signs, and the Voices Within

This dream is layered with symbols that reach into both your past and your present, pulling them into one space—the trailer. Trailers in dreams often represent impermanence, transition, or roots that are simple yet meaningful. They are humble shelters, but not meant to be permanent. The fact that this dream repeats in a trailer suggests that your subconscious sees this place as a meeting ground between different eras of your life.

🌙 Symbolism of the Trailer / Trailer Park

Trailer (Home on Wheels):
A trailer isn’t permanent like a brick house—it moves, shifts, adapts. Dreaming of one can point to feeling unsettled, or living in a season where life feels temporary, like you’re “parked” but not yet “home.”
Trailer Park (Community):
Trailer parks are tight-knit but also sometimes judged unfairly by society. Being back there might connect to feelings of belonging mixed with vulnerability, or revisiting a part of your past where resources were thin but bonds were strong.
“Back at” the Trailer:
The word “back” matters—it suggests revisiting old ground. Could be your subconscious saying:
- “There’s unfinished business here.”
- “You’ve been here before emotionally—don’t forget what you learned last time.”
- Or even: “Something in your present reminds you of those old roots.”

🔮 Possible Meanings

Nostalgia / Roots
The trailer could symbolize where you came from—reminding you to stay grounded, humble, or connected to your beginnings.
Transition
Since a trailer isn’t a permanent home, this dream could reflect you being in-between—like you’re preparing for a bigger move in life (spiritually, emotionally, even creatively).
Safety vs. Fragility
Trailers give shelter, but they can be easily damaged (storms, instability). This dream may mirror feeling safe yet knowing life can change quickly.

✨ Dream hack: Next time you find yourself back at the trailer in your dream, ask yourself “Who else is here with me? What’s outside the door?” That detail often unlocks the message.

The Back Bedroom – The Past and Hidden Matters

Your Son’s Biological Father + Husband in the Back Room

Back of the Hall = The Past. “Things at the back of a dream home usually represent history, memory, or “what you’ve left behind.” Their presence could be your subconscious acknowledging them as part of your son’s story, part of your life’s architecture—even if they live “in the past.”

In this dream, your son’s biological father and his partner occupy the back bedroom. You don’t see them, but you know they’re there—like shadows of the past who still exist in the architecture of your life, even if they no longer sit at the table. Their door is covered with something red that suggests a medical symbol. Though they are not doctors, this could point toward underlying issues—something about them or that relationship that has a connection to health, healing, or wounds that never fully healed. Red often represents urgency, blood, or something vital. This back room becomes the chamber of memory, holding unresolved connections and possible concerns that stay in the background of your subconscious.

The Front Bedroom – The Present and the Voice

👩‍🦽 The Woman in the Wheelchair + Her Husband in the Front Room

Front of the House = Present/Future. These are the people “you face first,” so they may symbolize your current life influences or aspects of yourself.
Wheelchair = limitation or resilience. This could mirror a part of you that feels restricted but still finds strength to keep going.
Her Husband = Support. Wherever there’s limitation, there’s also someone steady at her side—perhaps pointing to Eugene’s role in your life, steady and constant.

Her Job: Radio Talk Show Host

Radio = Voice, communication, broadcasting truth. This may symbolize your own creative voice—remember, you’re putting your own voice out into the world through YouTube, music, and stories.
Everything in their room = Resources, equipment, power. They “have everything,” almost like a reminder that you already carry what you need to share your own voice.

At the opposite end, the master bedroom, lives the woman in the wheelchair with her husband. This room represents the present and the part of yourself that is moving forward despite limitations. She is thin, short-haired, and needs support from her partner, but she is also a radio talk show host. That is powerful. The wheelchair shows restriction or dependence, but the radio symbolizes communication, broadcasting, and influence. This is the voice that reaches others—even from a place of limitation. She and her husband “have everything in their room” for her work, reminding you that even if parts of you feel restricted, you already have the tools you need to put your voice into the world. This clearly reflects your own creative life—the woman in the wheelchair may be a mirror of you: resilient, resourceful, and determined to keep speaking despite obstacles.

The Living Room – Integration

🛋️ The Living Room Conversations

Living Room = Public self. The space where we host others, where “life happens.” Having everyone together here is like your subconscious holding a family meeting between past, present, and future selves.
Exit Sign Discussion = Guidance, Direction, Escape. An exit sign is literally about finding the way out. Choosing the best one could be your dream saying, “It’s time to consider how you’ll move forward from something, but carefully, wisely.”

The living room is the heart of the dream. It is the public space, the “you” that meets others. Here, the past (back bedroom) and the present (front bedroom) come together, not in conflict, but in conversation. It is a council of sorts—your subconscious gathering different aspects of your life into one place to talk things over.

The Exit Signs – Which Way Out?

The central action is the search for the right EXIT sign to place above the door. Exit signs are about direction, clarity, and safety—finding the way forward, or the way out of confusion. The fact that there are several signs, in different sizes and shapes, suggests choices in your real life. Which path should you take? How do you make sure the way forward is clearly marked?

The husband in the dream tries to place a sign on the screen door, but it doesn’t stick. A screen door on a trailer is unusual—it’s a boundary that allows visibility and air but still provides protection. Placing a sign here that won’t stay could symbolize the difficulty of marking your path when you’re still looking through layers, not yet stepping fully outside. The indecision—never quite choosing the sign before waking up—echoes a state of searching, weighing options, and knowing a decision is coming but not yet settled.

Putting It Together

This dream blends:

The Past (the unseen men in the back room, with their red door)
The Present (the woman with the voice, despite her wheelchair, fully equipped to broadcast)
The Crossroads (the exit signs at the living room door, undecided but pressing)

It’s a dream about integration and direction. You are gathering your history, your current challenges, and your creative voice into one space, trying to find the clearest way forward. The dream doesn’t give you the final answer—it hands you the question: Which path will I choose, and how will I light it clearly for myself and others?

🌌 Big Picture

This dream feels like a blending of:

Past relationships (back room)
Present limitations and resilience (front room)
Your current voice and creative work (radio host)
A search for clarity/direction (exit sign)

It’s as if your subconscious is staging a council meeting in the trailer, where different parts of your life—past, present, challenges, and potential—are gathered, trying to decide: “Where do we go next? How do we make sure the way out is lit clearly?”

✨ For Your Blog/Video Hook:
“This dream isn’t just about a trailer, or old connections, or even the woman with the radio show. It’s about choosing the right exit—about how we mark the way forward in life, with all of our past and present selves sitting in the same living room, watching.”

So now I am wondering “Why? Why this dream at this time? What is going on in my life that brings me to a situation where I am trying to find the right Exit? Is there an Exit? Why am I looking for an Exit? Those are the Big questions for me that I need to find out”

Taking a Break: Reflections and New Discoveries

Hi everyone. Sorry I haven’t posted in a while but I needed a break. Not only a break from this platform but a break from my YouTube channel and my J-O-B. I was able to take a whole week off from work for my birthday. I did take lots of pictures but I haven’t had time yet to go through them and upload them. I had to get back to work and now I am playing Catch-UP. Oh what fun!

Well, I decided I would write this little post because I wanted to share this Youtube channel from Linda Multon Howe called “Earthfiles”. She has been around for a very long time and says in this video that she is 83 years old. She looks to be in very good health and has all of her senses about her. Most people her age are sickly or dead. I hope that you would go check her out and subscribe to her.

Now I know that her point of view may not be for everyone. She doesn’t seem to be any type of religious. I haven’t seen any videos yet where she talks about what she believes, and that is okay. I have my ideas and the reason I watch her is to find out the truth, which is what she is doing. If she believes that we are seeded here from aliens from other solar systems or galaxies, then so be it. I believe those aliens are demonic. I don’t think they are showing themselves because they want to help us. They maybe studying us, taking DNA, etc., but I don’t think they (if there is a THEY) are us to any good and aren’t here to be friendly. I think she is a good source to find out what is going on in the world but I do take everything with a grain of salt.

As a writer, I am very, very skeptical. I have to be. I look for things beyond the surface. I want to use this platform to share information with you, my readers. But I want this information to be truthful. So, I want to say thank you for reading this and I hope you will continue to read my blogs. I will try to get all the pictures and videos from my vacation that I took here on this platform when I can.

Thank you so much, your friend ~ Lisa

My birthday cake I made myself ~ Pineapple Upside Down cake! My favorite.

The Magic of Creating a Love Song

This is how my brain works.

I went onto Suno and put in a prompt to create a love song about a couple cuddling on a couch, wrapped in each other’s arms, sharing quiet laughter and gentle whispers. The warmth of their connection filled the air as the soft glow of the lamp bathed the room in a cozy light, making it feel like their own little world. And here is what Suno spit out.

Cuddle Close First Version

Here are the Lyrics Suno made from the prompt.
[Verse 1] [Male]
The world can spin
Let it go
Let it turn
[Female]
The fire’s low
But it’s enough to burn
[Male]
Your head on my shoulder
It’s all I need
[Female]
A blanket
Your heartbeat
That’s luxury indeed

[Prechorus] [Both]
The TV’s on
But we don’t watch
[Male]
The plot’s forgotten
[Female]
Your warmth’s the plot

[Chorus] [Both]
Cuddle close
Just you and me
Wrap me up in your gravity
No need for words
The silence speaks
Cuddle close
We’ve got all we seek

[Verse 2] [Female]
The couch is worn
It sinks in the middle
[Male]
But it’s perfect for two
Where we fit like a riddle
[Female]
Your socks mismatched
My hair’s a mess
[Male]
But nothing beats this
No fancy dress

[Prechorus] [Both]
The clock can tick
Let it unwind
[Male]
We’ve got forever
[Female]
In this small slice of time

[Chorus] [Both]
Cuddle close
Just you and me
Wrap me up in your gravity
No need for words
The silence speaks
Cuddle close
We’ve got all we seek

I took those lyrics and infused them with new life using Microsoft CoPilot, and after playfully reshaping the words even more, I eagerly turned to Chat GPT for additional inspiration. I then seamlessly integrated those lyrics into Suno, letting it marinate overnight to percolate all the creative juices. This morning, I was greeted with a stunning song that ignited my heart! I gathered some enchanting images from Microsoft Co-Pilot and sought out even more from Chat GPT, but I wanted something that truly resonated. So, I crafted a prompt for an image using Co-Pilot and brought it to life in Microsoft Designer. After a few magical generations, I selected a masterpiece and brought it into the online wonder called Specterr. And then, with a triumphant flourish, Bim-Bam-Boom! I had created a Love Song!

After all the tweaking to get it just right, here are the lyrics.

As the world spins, this is all I know 
Let it turn, where it wants to go 
Your head on my shoulder, that’s all I need 
Your heartbeats a blanket, a luxury indeed 

[Prechorus] 
The TV’s on but I don’t care 
The stories forgotten, your warmth’s my love affair 

[Chorus]
Cuddle close, right next to me
Wrap me up by your royal decree 
No need for words, let silence speak 
So cuddle close, right next to me

[Verse 2] 
The couch is worn, it’s a perfect fit. 
Just right for two, where the soft edges fit
My socks mismatched, your hair’s a mess
But nothing beats this, no mental distress 

[Prechorus] 
The clock can tick, let it chime
We’ve carved forever in this small slice of time

[Chorus]
Cuddle close, right next to me
Wrap me up by your royal decree 
No need for words, let silence speak 
So cuddle close, right next to me

[Bridge]
Outside the world’s a hurricane  
Deadlines and noise, a runaway train  
But here in your arms, I breathe again
A quiet domain where love has always been

[Outro]
Cuddle close, your head on my shoulder blade
This pure love has been tailor made
In our quiet kingdom, nowhere else to go
Let our hearts beat as one, real slow

So cuddle close, don’t let it fade
Your everything I ever portrayed
So cuddle a little closer, right next to me

A Timeless Love Story in Verse: George Robert Sims’ Poem

I found this poem on the Public Domain Poetry website. The poet’s name is George Robert Sims. This is the only poem listed for him. If you would like to read more about him, here is his info on Wikipedia.

I really love this poem. It tells a story. A love story. From courting to marriage to having a baby and finally to sitting on the front porch watching your grandchildren. The parcel has a mystery to it. Who knows what could have been in the parcel? Even the author admits in the poem that he didn’t know what was in the package. I think that the parcel represents their love through the years and they pass on that love for each other on to their grandchildren by telling stories.

I took this poem as is and just made a short video with Clipchamp to read the poem to you. I put those words into Microsoft CoPilot’s AI feature to add a bridge and chorus. I used ChatGPT to help convert the song into a song for the Midnight Relics and make it into more of a love song for 1980’s rock. I will have that video available to listen to on my Youtube channel on Friday, but the country version is available now. I used my Suno persona of Mr. Crazy Rummagesale Man for that song. I hope you like it.

By Parcels Post, A Domestic Idyll

    By George Robert Sims




    I sent my love a parcel
        In the days when we were young,
    Or e'er by care and trouble
        Our heart-strings had been wrung.
    By parcels post I sent it,
        What 'twas I do not know,
    In the days when we were courting,
        A long time ago.

    The spring-time waxed to summer,
        Then autumn leaves grew red,
    And in the sweet September
        My love and I were wed.
    But though the Church had blessed us,
        My little wife looked glum;
    I'd posted her a parcel,
        And the parcel hadn't come.

    Ah, many moons came after,
        And then there was a voice,
    A little voice whose music
        Would make our hearts rejoice.
    And, singing to her baby,
        My dear one oft would say,
    "I wonder, baby darling,
        Will that parcel come to-day?"

    The gold had changed to silver
        Upon her matron brow;
    The years were eight-and-twenty
        Since we breathed our marriage vow,
    And our grandchildren were playing
        Hunt-the-slipper on the floor,
    When they saw the postman standing
        By our open cottage door.

    Then they ran with joy to greet him,
        For they knew he'd come at last;
    They had heard me tell the story
        Very often in the past.
    He handed them a parcel,
        And they brought it in to show,
    'Twas the parcel I had posted
        Eight-and-twenty years ago.

Exploring Heartbreak: Two Songs, One Story

Two songs, one heartbreak split three ways. *“One Piece of MY Heart”* (sung by Jimmy Lee) and *“You Broke My Heart into Three”* (sung by Lorelei Dean) tell the same story from opposite sides—his and mine. Different voices. Different truths. Because some breakups don’t just tear you in half—they scatter you.

Hi friends and welcome to my blog. I recently wrote 2 songs and I want to tell you about how they came into being.

The two new songs that come from a very personal place—“One Piece of MY Heart” and “You Broke My Heart into Three.” They’re connected, like two sides of a cracked mirror, and both trace back to something that happened when I was 18.

The first track, “One Piece of MY Heart,” is sung by Jimmy Lee of the Midnight Relics—who, fittingly, was my boyfriend back then. The boy who broke my heart. In the song, he sings it from his side, as if he’s finally reckoning with what went down, whether he means to or not.

The second track, “You Broke My Heart into Three,” is sung by Lorelei Dean, who represents me—or rather, the girl I was at 18. Young, raw, wide open. Her voice carries everything I felt but couldn’t say at the time.

The songs reflect each other lyrically—almost like musical letters tossed back and forth across the years—but with completely different takes on what happened, and who did what. It’s not just a conversation. It’s a reckoning.

Why Three Pieces?

Most people say a broken heart splits in two. But that’s not how it felt for me.

When Jimmy left, it wasn’t a clean break. It wasn’t two halves neatly pulled apart. It was worse.

One piece of my heart sank like a stone into the past—muddy, stuck, and unreachable.
Another piece dried up and withered away—like it lost its purpose.
And the last piece? The wind took it. Off into some other life I didn’t get to live.

That’s why I wrote “You Broke My Heart into Three.” Because some heartbreaks don’t just split you—they scatter you.

Why These Voices?

I chose the lead singer of the Midnight Relics to sing “One Piece of MY Heart” because there’s a certain weight in his voice that makes the song feel real. Almost confessional. Like maybe he didn’t know what he did until he heard it coming out of his own mouth.

And Lorelei Dean’s voice—it is that 18-year-old version of me. Emotional, unfiltered, unapologetically hurt. She doesn’t hold back, and she doesn’t sugarcoat. She just tells the truth.

These two songs are in conversation with each other, but they don’t reconcile. They’re not meant to. Some stories don’t wrap up neatly. Some feelings stay broken—and that’s okay.

I hope you’ll give them both a listen. Maybe you’ve had a heartbreak that didn’t split in two either. Maybe yours shattered a little differently. Either way, these songs are for you.

– Lisa

Here are the lyrics if you would like to read them as you listen to the music.

One Piece of My Heart

[Verse 1 – Rain Piece]
I pulled off the highway where we once made a vow,
That picture of us? It's just ashes now.  
Your eyes once lit up like sunrise on chrome,
Now they just stare like I ain't comin' home.

[Chorus]
One piece of my heart fell in a puddle of rain,
With a snapshot of us, blurred out by pain.
One piece of my heart withered like an old love note,
Still folded up in your winter coat. And...
One piece of my heart vanished into the breeze,
Carvin’ your name in my lost memories.
Oh Lorelei, Oh Lorelei Dean
You torn my world down like a queen.

[Verse 2 – Shriveled Piece]
You stopped askin’ how I was gettin’ through,
Said nothin’ much, even when I needed you.
I gave you my best, but you pulled away,
Like love was a letter you threw away.

[Chorus repeat]
One piece of my heart fell in a puddle of rain,
With a snapshot of us, blurred out by pain.
One piece of my heart withered like an old love note,
Left unread in your winter coat. And...
One piece of my heart vanished into the breeze,
Carvin’ your name in my lost memories.
Oh Lorelei, Oh Lorelei Dean
You torn my world down like a queen.

[Verse 3 – Vanished Piece]
You said forever with a voice made of silk,
But forever ran dry like whiskey gone bitter with time.
I waited in winds that never blew true,
Just chasin’ shadows that looked like you.

[Final Chorus – slight variation for big emotional payoff]
One piece fell in a puddle of rain,
One piece withered like an old love note,
One piece vanished into the breeze,
Oh Lorelei, Oh Lorelei Dean...
You turned my world...
 up side down...

You Broke My Heart into Three

Verse 1 – Rain Piece]
I found his photo in the pocket of my coat,
Soaked from the storm, like a lump in my throat
My hands were shakin' as the cold wind blew
Wonderin’ when I stopped loving you.

[Chorus]
One piece of my heart fell in a puddle of rain,
With a picture of us, all soaked with pain.
One piece of my heart shriveled like a rose in July,
Left too long under your cold goodbye.
And one piece of my heart vanished into the wind,
Whisperin’ lies that were all in my mind.
Jimmy, Oh Jimmy Lee-
You broke my heart into three.

[Verse 2 – Shriveled Piece]
I cooked your meals, I prayed you’d stay,
But your words turned colder every day.
I reached for your hand and felt empty space,
Like I’d been replaced, erased without a trace.

[Chorus repeat]
One piece of my heart fell in a puddle of rain,
With a picture of us, all soaked with pain.
One piece of my heart shriveled like a rose in July,
Left too long under your cold goodbye.
And one piece of my heart vanished into the wind,
Whisperin’ lies that were all in my mind.
Jimmy, Oh Jimmy Lee-
You broke my heart into three.

[Verse 3 – Vanished Piece]
You said forever, but you whispered it low,
Like you knew it was somethin’ you’d never show.
I waited in winds that never brought you back,
Just echoes and dust on a heart gone slack.

[Final Chorus – slight variation for big emotional payoff]
Jimmy, Oh Jimmy Lee,
You shattered the soul right outta me—
One piece drowned in a puddle of rain,
With a memory too soaked to explain.
One piece shriveled like a rose in July,
Faded away ‘neath your cold goodbye.
And one piece vanished into the wind,
Where love once lived… but won’t again.

I got to be on a podcast

I got to take part of Echo’s showcase. I hope you will watch, subscribe to her and tell her you found her through Married in Arkansas ~Lisa. I did get to play 2 song. One of my newest poetry music and my remix of my theme song.