http://slow.writerscafe.org/Socks The original writings of author Valentin en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776007270 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Sistermy dear sister,we've been through a lotand though we fight,you know I'm always therefighting for youcaring for you.We may have separate lives,but whenever you need me I'll always be here,by your side.When your cryingI'm therealways. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Socks/558514/ Today of all days I fell in love,how?In the streets of Paris.The beauty was outstanding,the smell was better than anything I've ever smelled before.The looks were hard to explain,to see was to live, and I lived this day.My troubles melted, and my life was perfect,right here in the streets of Paris. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Socks/539228/   The snow reminds me of youso light, beautiful to look atyour beauty is everywhere I looksurrounded by itsome like to stay indoorsbut I'm always out near the snow,soaking in this precious moment,you and Itogether at last,and though sometimes you aren't there,tha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Socks/486596/ Though I write a lot of poemsas you can tellit's all for youmy dearif my heart could talkit would saythose three simple wordsI know you want to hear.My love for you is strongand all sadness goes awayonce I see your smile so bright.If my heart could talk it would be sayingever.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Socks/473594/  Once, when I was a small boyno bigger than the average ten year old,I dreamed of your face,that smile,that beauty,and I knew then that I loved you.I didn't understand why, or how,but all I knew, and know,Is that I love you.Now here you stand,just as beautiful,perfect,an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Socks/473588/ Life gives you strengthno matter how you look at itmy love I have been through it allthrough painsufferinghateit all makes you strongerso don't be afraidmy dearremember to be strongbecause I am right hereA toi, pour toujours- Valentin  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Socks/473175/  A simple grinA 'loving' cold hugyou in my traplike a little lightning bugremember the warningsremember the signsto late my dearyour scents devine http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Socks/473173/  you see beauty... when it's uglysafe... when it's dangerous.Vampires, seek blood, the dark creatures of the night, not safe, nor beautiful. Hunters, praying on the ones who fall into their trap. The greatest hunters, the world sees as incredible, mysterious, wonderful beings. But they are .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Socks/472803/ “Yo, Jake! Party at Carly’s!” My best friend Chris said.  Chris Joe is african american, my best bud. We have been friends since we were in first grade.   We are in high school now though, Asheville high, in the little town of well Asheville, North Carolina.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Socks/472795/ How does someone so perfect end up in this place, this forbidden love. To be in love with her was way to close, but then why did she have to love me back? I can never seem to get away from that seductive voice, or the way her red hair shines, ever the touch of her cold skin against my hot one. I&rsq.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Socks/472793/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Socks/472792/