http://slow.writerscafe.org/Corvino The original writings of author Ebb and Flow en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775991430 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Just like the moon, she isn’t always fullbut she still shines just as bright. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Corvino/2763934/ You, my love, are a breath of fresh airin an all too suffocating world http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Corvino/2763933/ Your love is an Autumn breeze on a cloudless day, and the welcoming scent of leaf decay. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Corvino/2763932/ We’ve got thatplayful teasing tongue tying sensual gazing lip biting back arching toe curling firm groupingpassionate kissing kinda f*****g love http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Corvino/2763697/ In waves, your love crashed over my intangible soul,Washing away the darkness that clung to me like and unwanted friend. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Corvino/2763695/ Autumn's madehis presence knownin the brisk light kissthat grazes my cheek. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Corvino/2063428/ Here's to,the loves lostin silent criesfrom throatsand empty eyes. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Corvino/2063426/ Hopefloats upon a windthatI have not felt in my hair,andI hope to hell that itisyou it carries me to. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Corvino/2001821/ Wewear a different maskeverydaytofit the mold of the world,butwhat ifyourmask was to break?Wouldyou repair the oneyou'veworneveryday,orwould you walk freely? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Corvino/2001819/ I have been stripped to the bonesalt thrown onmy woundsand yet, I still breathmy heart still beatsI still love evenwhen I know it could end me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Corvino/1999887/ Life has proven to meagain and againthat no matterhow hard you try,your best is never going to be good enough.You can love someoneso fully and witheverything in you, and yet they can never love youthe way you love them.Forever doomed to amble upon this lonel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Corvino/1985549/ Scattered across the floorlay the crystalline piecesof my heart.I dare not move, I dare not speak,I dare not break myself further.The pain I feel can be seen clearly in fragments andlight across the floor.Telling a story that was never meant to seethe light of day,but t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Corvino/1984888/ This is written for my best friend who was having a hard time with a few things in his life. 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They broke you down And made you cry, and For all those tearsyou understood why she kept so quiet. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Corvino/1976703/ The way he kisses you sometimes. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Corvino/1976701/ Hope is definitely one of the worst and best things that a person can have. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Corvino/1976426/ Sensual eyes;sinful smilespleading flesh.Please!Feel my heart;heavy breathscontrol slipping.Please!Hair entwined;moans escapeshivers had.Please!Gentle bites;caressing tongue burning lips.Please!Careless teasing;begging thighscareful touch.Please! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Corvino/1452988/ My seams have come undone;soul spilling out. These arms not big enough; I cannot catch all of who I am. This essence;me, I am drifting away. A melancholy dance upon the wind;out of sight and my life forfeit. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Corvino/1324119/ Petrified to let others in;building walls where necessary,fortifying those too weak. One always finds the cracks;often changing the heart within. Damage is done; another layer added and moving on. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Corvino/1324118/ The piano plays as she dances on high.Turning and whirling;peace written upon her face.No distractions to find herear or hand. Her world has melted away in a symphony of delicate cords. The gentle vibes fill her soul as she drifts away. Weightless and spirited she dances. S.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Corvino/1318377/ This is based of the quote/saying. This still needs some work. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Corvino/1315080/ Inspired by Never Let Me Go-Florence and the Machine http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Corvino/1315076/ Sadness consumes an unwillingly brokenHeart,that never fully heals. Despair destroys a once strong and beautiful Soul,that will never shine again. Grief shatters agenuine and tenderSmile,that will cease to be. 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The raging storm within my chest threatens to overwhelm the storm walls of your boundless love,but your will is strong and true!With sweet and soft words whisperedthe storm beings to falterand my ailing heartset upon a ge.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Corvino/1310151/ When you're finally free. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Corvino/1310148/ When everything begins to fall apart. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Corvino/1310129/ I have a love affair with the wind. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Corvino/1310124/ Was having a particularly bad day... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Corvino/1268256/ I’ve alwayslived in fear, never trusting my heart.For a longtime I lived as an animal who was cagedand neversaw the light of day.The sun thatused to give comfort seemed so far away that it's warmth never touched my soul.How long Ilived without happiness... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Corvino/1268254/ This is an old piece and has been revised several times now. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Corvino/1268250/ Old, old, old! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Corvino/1259649/ Another old one I found and am posting. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Corvino/1259644/ Some old work I am finally posting!! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Corvino/1259641/ Found some of my old poetry. 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