http://slow.writerscafe.org/1ndigo The original writings of author Shelby en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776022569 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 We were on the couchAnd you kissed meA month ago I said I would neverBut you pulled your lips away And I almost saidI love you http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/1ndigo/1662756/ My heart pumps sadness through tiny blue wormsReaching hunched over fingers with no hope And stiff staunch toes before rising upAnd tumbling out of my throat http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/1ndigo/1662754/ sad http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/1ndigo/1662750/  My breath fogs up winter airSwirling like cigarette smokeOr cliché ghosts. The ground hurts my feet " its coldNot wet, but slightly dampAbove me the moon shines black I walk alone through moonlit streetsThere’s no one else here.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/1ndigo/1206913/ I’mnot going to try and fix this.It’sup to you, it always has been. Ourfriendship is like the leaves Offan autumn tree.but its winterand the wind has stolen them all Exceptone Andit's lying on the groundtrampled in mudbut I won't .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/1ndigo/1078303/ My body is empty.yet heavyMy soul has left meI'm not alivenor am I deadmy head throbsAlmost carefreebut sicklydepressinglyI can't movebut I dothrough each daythe will to live has gonebut I remainthe same http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/1ndigo/1072763/