http://slow.writerscafe.org/rachaelpadgett The original writings of author rachpadgett en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776333155 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 how can you live with yourselfhave you ever seen a broken heartwatched it right in front of youjust split in two oh, noyou just drive awayoh, ohdon't have the guts to stayjust say you're sorrybut you're not sorrythese days i seem to beon the edge of my seat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rachaelpadgett/568954/ HereAm I missing something crucial?My dearWinds whisper in my ear they sayDon't fearNo, let's avoid the point of thisLet's avoid the point of thisI can't bear to see youJoyIt's been so longsince the last song ohJoyWhen was the last time you came without aBoyOn your mind?.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rachaelpadgett/568946/ you are the ghost of summers yet to bemy thoughts stray from him to your face down by the seathey reach youembrace youconsume youerase youor do theyslip past youthe salt air as they pass throughi am going to the shore, just like we did beforethis time i mean it when i say i don.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rachaelpadgett/568940/ Love is a funny way of making excuses,giving each one of usour own separate nooses; I didn't choose this, this misuseof emotion could fill the distance that keeps us apartit's all in my heart; where did it go?I assumed I would knowBut how could I?The wind has to blowand the sun has.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rachaelpadgett/523418/ Every, Every singleEvery single soul as big as mineOh any, Any heartAny heart can sing alongTo this lineI need you, Just want toHold you 'til this slips awayI love you, But I have to,Have to be the one you didn't saveMaybe, Maybe I won'tMaybe I won't laugh like I used toBut I k.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rachaelpadgett/517020/ I don't want to let this go,I can't tell you unless you know.you do, you know; what's wrong with you? These nights we can't undo, the memories I can't afford to lose If we could turn back time and make this rightlike a blind man's redemption, would we regain our sight?.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rachaelpadgett/504965/ I'm starting to thinkit won't be okayif i have to stay in this townone more damn day suffocate me, strangle me'cause i'd rather be in your chokeholdthan another's arms what's mine is yours, what's real is fakewhat's here is there, what's ours they'll take who a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rachaelpadgett/504961/ have you already won?i thin you might be cheating.two can play at this game;looks can be deceiving. my tongue is as sharp as your warning glancethis isn't chanceyou can't walk all over me anymore,anymorei'm coming to settle the score we've already lost, already lostwh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rachaelpadgett/504955/ i find my dreams interesting; maybe i'll turn them into stories. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rachaelpadgett/451057/  boys always think,that they won the fight i guess you think that i'm not enough, but at least i know how to call a bluff and girls are the ones,crying at night. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rachaelpadgett/451056/ rhyming sounds so corny http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rachaelpadgett/451051/ I could see that he knew I knew--he was not the type to give false impressions of hope, however appealing they may have sounded. 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