http://slow.writerscafe.org/thebballaddict The original writings of author Rich en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776032533 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 2 many years have gone by without talkin 2 u2 many nights have been restless cus i feared 2 dream about u2 many tears have fallin 2 the floor for 2 many yearswanted 2 tell u how i felt for so long, but was held back by 2 many fears2 many times have i wanted 2 express my feelins for u2 ma.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thebballaddict/518967/ everywhere i go i see thingsthat start remindin me ofthe love ive got for usometimes i wish i was blind, its enoughi dont wanna accept the fact thatur out of my life foreverit feels kinda likeme and the source of my life is severedim speakin nothin but truth girlur just that vital.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thebballaddict/518966/ i dont know any other way to word itbut to say i love u, even tho to u these words are worthlessbut to me these words express my feelins perfectand if i could get a single chance to be ur man i can say all this pain was worth itbut as of right now it seems 100 percent certainthat all my .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thebballaddict/518965/ im wishing on a starwishing on a prayerim wishing life wasnt like thiswishing life was fairim wishing i could change thingsbut im too scaredand without the courage to do thingsim not moving anywhereim wishing on a starwishing on a thoughtim wishing there was a bright sideto a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thebballaddict/412613/ daylight comesand the sun is shinning brightstill i hidethe night has goneand so has another restless nightas i lay in bedthinking of uwondering why u went awaywondering if ill hear from u todayi will never love againthis broken heart wont mendim missing usome might say.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thebballaddict/399464/ feelin likei could break down and cryout my eyeswith these overflowin tearsfeelin liketheres no use to tryin this lifeive got so many growin fearsi dont wanna know where my life is headedfor im afraid of what i may seei dont wanna know where my life is headedfor im afraid of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thebballaddict/273610/ sometimes i feel like runnin away from everythin ive ever knowni just wanna get away from all the s**t that my life has becomeso i could just forget about this whole in my chest where a now cold heart used to call homejust get in my car and start drivin, drivin, to a destitation unknown, as lo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thebballaddict/270655/ i am the weed among the rosesthat knows not what is its purposewhile the others blossom and thriveall i do is wither and die and as i watch the others petals bloomi feel there is no roomfor a weed such as meblemishing the beautiful scenery i am the weed among the roses.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thebballaddict/267597/ feelin so hopelessand i dont know what to dowatchin the time goas depression seeps throughnowhere to go nowand nowhere to hideas i give intothe pain ive held insidewhere do i gonow that ive dug myself a new gravefeelin such sorrowand overwhelmed by the painive done this mys.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thebballaddict/252919/ every single dayim locked inside my cageyearning to be freesignin with so much painin the words i saystill u dont hear mefeelin so hollowand full of sorrowwanderin aimlesslynow iknow whythe caged bird sings constantly feelintrapped within this skinthat restrains me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thebballaddict/225759/ if you take a look at me u can see happiness in my eyesif you look deeper ull see nothing but miserythe pain within is veiled by a facade, behind which i hideive got you thinking nothing can hinder mebut the pain constantly plagues my heart and mindbut to you, i try to keep it a mysteryb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thebballaddict/204136/ im tired of all this s**tim tired of being lonelytired of coming home at nightand having no one to hold metired of being by myselfgoing crazy cus theres no one to console metired of being aloneand not having a girl who truely knows meim tired of writing these boring a*s rhymesto a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thebballaddict/204125/ my love for uis like an angelflyin through the sky like a bird in the winter andmy love for uis so deepits sorta like the ground beneath the gravel of a ravinemy love for ulives onlike the memory of aaliyah singin her last songand my love for uwill never dielike a black child s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thebballaddict/204023/ in the depths of solitudesittin in the dark all alonewithout a friend in the worldwithout a place to call homeis it possible for me to survivewith this quicksand all aroundgaspin for fresh air to breatheas the ground floods into my mouthwith every move i make i get pulled in deeper.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thebballaddict/204020/ all i need is one micone beat, one pen, just one pageone moment of ur lifeto explain the love ive gained for her at a young ageonce i was afraidafraid to even say just one wordso i kept it insidekept my love for her hidden, therefore it was unheardyet one by onemy feelins started b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thebballaddict/204018/ just 10 minutes..thats all im askin for..just 10 minutes..10 minutes for myself..just give me 10 minutesall i need is 10 minutes to be alone10 minutes to relax my mind10 minutes to smoke this bonejust give me 10 minutes10 minutes to smoke this cigarette down to the butt10 minut.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thebballaddict/204017/ why is it that i cant get rid of these feelingswhy is my love for you so incredibly unyieldingi ask you to go, no, its not a request, its a demandyet for some reason i cant let go of your handi hate you with every little part that i ami want to leave you but for some reason i canti know .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thebballaddict/204015/ smiles are feigned when happiness is an impossibilitywith so few positives in life a person must keep his humilityfor despite his abilities nothing seems to go his waynothing ever goes right, try and fight as hard as he mayreminiscing about his days as an adolescenthow he put himself in pe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thebballaddict/204011/