http://slow.writerscafe.org/fragileheart The original writings of author Fragile Heart en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776223520 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15  I cried in the arms of a stranger. couldn’t help but to cry, overwhelming emotions, tired of having to lie.  There I sat vulnerable, broken and lonely inside. Wanting to reach out, but only sat there and cried.  He understood.Didn’t turn me away. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fragileheart/216567/  An eye for an eye, is that how it’s to be?I hurt you and then you hurt me. Round and round in circles, battling for our love.The only things we’re missing are our boxing gloves. Why is that we struggle to let our feelings go?Way can’t we tell each ot.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fragileheart/216564/  I tired to kiss you, how I kissed him;But it didn’t feel the same.Yours was felt by my heart;and now I feel ashamed. Don’t know what I was looking for,or why I went astray;but now I know I was wrong;and I want with you to stay. I feel so comfortable .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fragileheart/216563/  My beauty far exceeds what your eyes can see.So don't judge me by my face;or the curvaceous valley that divinely make my shape. I am more then legs, stomach, and breasts.I am a woman who lives to love;and bear the Virgin as my crest. I can shift and I can mold.The.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fragileheart/216556/  A vast landscape of G-d’s creation, I stand vulnerable to your eyes.Lovely mountains and valleys, all the stars in the sky. Your fingertips travel, they move from region to sea.I can’t help but quiver when you explore all that’s me. When I am in your a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fragileheart/216545/ This was one of my very first poems. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fragileheart/216543/  My eyes are not blind, they see the truth. They see the fallen, and the hopeless youth. My eyes see the workers, and the scars that are left.My eyes see the empty pockets,that turn men to theft. My eyes see the hunger, the pain and despair.My eyes see the fo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fragileheart/216541/ This is a poem I wrote about Detroit. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fragileheart/216539/  She hides behind a maskto afraid of the truth. To afraid of herselfof her broken youth. Her mask has dimplesand innocent eyes.For hers have been taintedwith deceit and lies. Her mask has a smilewhile she wears a frown.She wears her masklike a circus clown... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fragileheart/216535/