http://slow.writerscafe.org/fauxbritish The original writings of author Liv(E) en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776003224 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15  Hot and coldYou tell me yes and no.You lead me untilYou have what you wantNever tell meOnly tease me.You could be straight forwardBut you won’tYou’re hot and cold, baby. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fauxbritish/243199/  Beautiful blonde headof future surfer perfection.Can you open your mind,And see past the lines you’ve drawn?You lose me with your words.You contradict your thoughts.Be simple with me.Be simple, love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fauxbritish/243195/  I’m a petite flowerBut I’m not a child.I’m small, but I’mBigger than my body.If you can’t give me credit for itThen you aren’t worth My time.Because this flower.Is like a vicious baby bird. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fauxbritish/243193/  It's like dancing and bending,inside a golden chandelier,and twisting gracefully. Hanging from a piece of silk,gripped only by your ankle. It’s letting your body weightBe flung through the airAnd trusting him to catch you. It’s like walking a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fauxbritish/243191/ And it a makes me sadto watch you walk awayyou give her all or  nothingand she can't find words to saybut you just say goodbyeand we watch you walk awayno choice was ever madeyou just walked away. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fauxbritish/243187/ I say, "Maybe, it's just his opinion."You say, "And mine."For you to think I'm perfect at anythingmakes my heart jump.Even if it's just perfection in being someone elseon a bright light stage.I'm glad you liked it,because I was performing for you.I was giving it a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fauxbritish/231274/ darkness rolls throughburning lights andpine trees smellwe're hiding in a forest of mansionsI won't tellif you won't tell http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fauxbritish/231272/ All you need is love, love. Love is all you need. {it's easssyyy} http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fauxbritish/231271/ she laughs at youlike she thinks you're not worth your timenot good enoughI laugh at youbecause you truly entertain mebut maybe you're too good for meI've never met someoneso kindhearted, and genuinewho's also a teenage boyit excites meto find someonewho's worth my time.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fauxbritish/227247/ You opened the car door for me.An hour after we met.Where have you been all my life?Why are you the only gentlemanin a sea of whiney boys. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fauxbritish/221477/ I should never be allowedto reminisce on old memoriesbecause those memoriesare too strongtoo meaningfultoo dangerous.The last thing I needare feelings for you.Again.To break me.Again. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fauxbritish/210743/ I haven't written about you yet.I haven't expressed anythingabout that confrontation.I don't know why.I don't know how I feel.I don't know if I miss you.I don't know if I'm glad to be rid of you.I don't know if I even am rid of you.All I hear is my brain working over time.Don't.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fauxbritish/210740/ I can't be bothered to edit this right now. Does it matter so much that I didn't capitalize crap? No, sir. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fauxbritish/209437/ <3 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fauxbritish/209402/  This time last yearI was seeing sunshine.The flowers were blooming,springing up before my eyes.Today I stare off through the same window.My shivers are from the coldunlike last year's romance.The sky is dark, the trees still asleep.Come to my windowand take me to where it's.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fauxbritish/209386/ Ha. Sophomore Lit. Good Friends. Good times. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fauxbritish/209384/ Plane Rides from Hawaii Do This. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fauxbritish/209376/ You can listen to it here (the lyrics were added too a little to go along with the music my friend wrote [who's singing it and playing guitar]) http://www.humblevoice.com/fauxbritish/musicofsorts http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fauxbritish/209356/ He did. And I wish he hadn't. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fauxbritish/209348/ I hate to admit it.I hate the way you make me feel.The heartpounding anticipation of:What will you do next?What is your betrayal of choice?When will it be too much?It breaks my heart,it burns my soul.The way you run aroundwithout guilt.The selfish waysyou spend your days.Hu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fauxbritish/209347/ love sickdon't know which way is upand down, downhead spinning a million times aroundcan't look upyour gravity is pulling me down http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fauxbritish/209343/ I don't really know. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fauxbritish/209340/ Frienemeys Much? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fauxbritish/209333/ It's not very good, but I was so so upset when I wrote it that it just holds a lot of meaning for me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fauxbritish/209328/ My John Mayer song title tribute type thing. :) If you can pick out the song title in every line...you can be my new best friend. (Even though I capitalized them hahaaa) I think this is kind of epic. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fauxbritish/209319/ Part Two of severe awkward stares. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fauxbritish/209313/ Part one of the series of poems I wrote while being unnecessarily awkward. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fauxbritish/209307/ A Tyler Pronounced Jason song that Is slightly ridiculous. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fauxbritish/188346/ You're winning the competition.Not one you are entirely qualified for.It's a competition for couples.You aren't one.Yet.Couples who are the most.Beautiful, maybe.But that isn't quite it.You're winning.Easily.I feel nauseas.That is what your winning.The couples who make us.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fauxbritish/187880/ I think I've memorized the way you smell.It sounds weird, utterly bizzare.It's just so familiar, it smells like home.I crave your hugs some days.The ones that are so tight, you crack my back.The ones that let me feel every bone in your body.Not that its hard. You're so skinny.Tall and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fauxbritish/187875/ Run, run away from me.I'm not what you want me to be.But you don't care to tell me,What I should be.What you need me to be.Just ignore me,Until you encourage me.Until its torture just to be with me.I blame it on my stupidity.I'm out to get me.Out to get myself.I only hurt me... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fauxbritish/187867/ Words. Just whatever came out. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fauxbritish/179528/ You charm meto take over my mind.You could control me.I deny you I push you awayyet here you are in my head.you wish to stay.I'm one of your many, charming boy.We're flirting with happinessbut only for today.I'm flirting with dangerbecause you only want to play.stay stay,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fauxbritish/179067/ you can have anything you wantbut what you dont is in the palm of your handa finger nearvously twist a curla fake smile decorates your facein the presences of your best and oldest friendyou are completely out of place.how much does it hurt to be teased for unhappiness?how much worse .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fauxbritish/179060/