http://slow.writerscafe.org/SycophantJanice The original writings of author CollapsedThoughts en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776027387 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 You don’t understand,you’ll never understand.Always being down,always being numb.Having scars to remind you,of the bad things you’ve done,of the monster you are,still deep within.You will smile,you will laugh,and have a good time.But who you really are,you’ll always.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SycophantJanice/1081675/ written 11/10/12 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SycophantJanice/1081666/ SaturdayMy kiss sets fireSundayOur mouths and souls still glowMondayThere is cold ash on my tongueBut you are still burningAnd I don’t know what to sayto let you know that you’ve been burnedin the worst wayI told you I would break your heartAnd you didn’t believe meSo who is to bla.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SycophantJanice/1024449/ .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SycophantJanice/999045/ Do I love thee,Now there is a questionI must ask myself.Rare is it that I can beAs happyWith othersas I am with you.You make me smileUncontrollably,Like no otherHas been able to do.But do I love you?Well, since I mustask myself this,I do be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SycophantJanice/963865/  Burn me up and burn me down Burn my heart into the ground Fill me up and make me scream Make me live and make me dream Make me numb and make me feel Make yourself the one thing real Shut your eyes and fire yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SycophantJanice/963864/ A soft melody, playing in the nightThe keys dropping, shining in the lightBlack and white, evenly alignedHearing the thoughts, of a sad lost mindConfused on what to do, or even where to startRoaming the world, for music from the heartThe despair so sudden, and the keys .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SycophantJanice/959852/ The painful stab in your chest,The taunting thoughts crossing your mind second aftersecond,The remorse you feel when you encounter a reminder of thewrong things that were done,Betrayal knows you’re no victim of what you chose to do,Regret is too late now,What kind o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SycophantJanice/959843/ Why I Love to Cry... Maybe it’s just something I tell.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SycophantJanice/959824/