http://slow.writerscafe.org/CassieBoyle85 The original writings of author cassie en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776034270 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 He was the guy who could haveanyone,So why did he steal herheart?She was the girl who washeartbroken,Though she made delight looklike an art. He was the guy who thought hecould read her,So how did it turn out likethis?She was the girl who livedfor the m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CassieBoyle85/2020892/ It’s a beautiful world, full ofbeautiful things,Though they’re not always easy tofind.If the sky’s covered in cloud orthe rain’s lashing down,Or your mind keeps you lookingbehind. It’s a beautiful world, full ofbeautiful things,But.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CassieBoyle85/2020891/ Some wonderfully silly words in honour of my lovely friend Mr Gary Tennant who I wrote this for to cheer him up http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CassieBoyle85/2010069/ Sometimes in life the cost of waiting is less than the pain caused by acting rashly. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CassieBoyle85/1997495/ They met on a bright November day,When all the leaves were glowing.Green to gold, brown to red,Whilst the autumn winds were blowing.They walked up a dank and dreary lane, When the autumn rains were falling.Mud up to their knees and chilled to the bone,Whilst the a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CassieBoyle85/1966342/ Linked in with Life: a Never ending circle http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CassieBoyle85/1444770/ I miss the quiet of our sleepy little town,I miss the lights, I miss the wind and the rain coming down.I miss the sound of silence in the middle of the night,I miss being able to see the stars that shine so bright.I miss places we used to haunt together, I miss the people, I miss days that last.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CassieBoyle85/1428071/ You’re right, no one knows all the things that hurt you,That doesn’t mean nobody cares.You’re wrong, if you think no one listens,I’ve listened and will listen again.I agree, not everyone sees the tears you cry,Those who have, know you need, to cry more.The people in the past,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CassieBoyle85/698138/ It's about Ireland my ancestral home, it's also about love http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CassieBoyle85/698136/ The event behind this poem really happened...if you require anymore direction than what is implied in the text I will be happy to discuss it in a private message. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CassieBoyle85/698132/ I wrote this for a friends funeral http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CassieBoyle85/698130/ Tears Eyesso dark, yet full of soul,Thesoul, that lies within,Theseeyes carry the weight of the world,Until,the light burns dim. Eyesthat look, for something lost,Longgone, but not forgotten,Theseeyes will hurt, till time has gone,But.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CassieBoyle85/576703/  Life is a scary thing when you start thinking about it. From the second you are born, you are dying. Each sunrise, a dawn, that brings you ever closer to a time when the sun, will no longer rise on your horizon. Each sunset, spent wondering, whether it will be your last. After dark, the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CassieBoyle85/245213/