http://slow.writerscafe.org/dusty243 The original writings of author Laura Ann Ford en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776103942 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 You don’t even try to love meYou’ve torn my heart in twoI don’t want to play this gameDon’t want to follow these old rulesIt’s gotten cold inside this houseDarkness even in the sunshineWhy won’t you just walk away?Leave me broken but do.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dusty243/1521309/ I’ve had too much time aloneToo much time to thinkToo much time to wonder what it would be likeSomewhere elseAs someone elseWith someone elseI’ve had too much time to believe it would changeToo much time to realizeToo much time to knowIt never will.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dusty243/1521303/ Raindrops speckle the windows while I sit staring up at thesky.The gray clouds are looming in my head, hazing my vision andmy judgment.I can’t move forward from this spot, all I can think of isyou.A horn blows behind me but I am 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