http://slow.writerscafe.org/crashcourselove The original writings of author Emma en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776113371 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 It seems my pen will always try to show how it sounded when you said my name, how sweet it was, just rolling off your tongue and into my veins.I do not miss you any longer but my ink still spells out our love, and I can only hope that soon another will find me and fill me with ne.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crashcourselove/1113316/ I never want to look like that again.I do not want to wish away my petty problems by creating ones that last.I do not want to be ashamed of taking off my clothes and opening up my heartand its red love in a waythat is unlike the others.I do not want to wear my hair down sleeves down shirt dow.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crashcourselove/1113315/ You are not as fatas those other girlsmake you believe. That boy willnever, everbe speaking the truth. You are soverybeautiful. Don’t let the worldmake you hard. Stay soft, be soft,don’t let my ownhardness with myown mother changehow soft we can be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crashcourselove/1113314/ There I stood,A year later,In a different place than I was then entirely,(Not that you stuck around to watch that.),But everything is the same.I stood crying in the kitchen to my mother,Over words that did not mean a thing,In that stupid shirt(I bet you don’t even remember the color.)From that.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crashcourselove/1084686/ You say you love,But I see nothing of the sort.A hug or a kiss or a kind wordOnce a day do not make upThe kind of love I hope for.Harsh words and bitter tongues,All I hear is anger and disgust.Words thrown as if they don’tPain, while I am the one watchingAnd feeling the jabs in my heart.I&rsqu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crashcourselove/1084683/ Love does not end overnightor in the time it took me to drive away.It does not disappear over a hand gone too faror because of words 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