http://slow.writerscafe.org/Pey The original writings of author Pey in Wonderland en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776239350 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 With you growing inside me, life is becoming clear.With your daddy not knowing if its me he wants, life gets blury.I love you both unconditionally, but mommy has some secrets.Scars.Tears.Pain.Thoughts.Things you wont understand.Things I'm scared you will ask about.Things that may b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pey/859233/ Does it hurt when you see his hand where yours is supposed to be?Does it hurt to know that my kisses are his? [it doesn't even feel the same.]I know it hurts me.  When it rains, do you still think of my face? When you kiss her, do you wish it were me? [even just once...]&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pey/622620/ Oh sweet love you know this won't work. You and I both know how fire and ice end up.So put these embers to rest, and lets forget this pest they call LOVE.       If you say yes then we can forget the pain that will surely come.      Th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pey/622614/ You make her feel so small.She's microscopic in your eyes.Your nothing but excuses and unkept promises.Real love means to never having to say, "sorry."She apologizes for breathing wrong. Is that how things are supposed to be?You make her feel so small.She loves you and your a*****e ways... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pey/622613/ The pain has returned.She weeps behind closed doors.She hides her sadness with a mask that you made her. She no longer sees the rays of the sun.Only the rain.You put her away. Wouldn't you rather her be happy?No you wouldn't.You like it that way.  You took away.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pey/597455/ Why do your memories haunt me? You treated me like a princess, but then you lied.Your face is there when I close my eyes. So I can't sleep. I don't love you... so why do you still try?I moved on but your memories stay, why won't you fade away? Just like you promised... &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pey/581921/ The mornings whisper a smile.The evenings whisper a nod.The nights whisper a yawn. Her smile whispers a cry.Her nod whispers a yearning for something more.Her yawn whispers her tired thoughts. All of her poems are beginning to look the same.    Just as her .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pey/544428/ She sits on her porch watching the birds roam her yard.   She sits and watches them fly spot to spot, she wishes she could be like them.  Free to ponder the world. Free to fly wherever she pleases.    She sits upon her porch and watches the creatures she envi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pey/544412/ I hope when its your 20th birthdayyour girlfriend of three yearsbreaks up with you. I hope when your running latefor work you get stuck in traffic. I hope that on your wedding dayyou find out your Wife-to-beis cheating on you with yourbest man. You shattered .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pey/544407/ I'm not 5 or 6. I understand right from wrong.Let me make my mistakes, let me be me.Don't make fun of my hair or out fit choices.Yes your opinion matters but I'm me not you. I don't like dresses or high heeles. I'm sorry that I sometimes disagree, but let me be me.Random things is.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pey/510410/ Everything is silent. Not a word is spoken, not a sound is made.She's afraid of what will happen if she opens her eyes today.        A memory of the tears she had shed from the night before. A chill down her spine. She misses the dream where she was&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pey/510315/ Smiling used to be hard for her to do. Faking it was, still is, her greatest power. But you believing it made her stronger.   Now she can't hide, if she does you easily find her. Like children playing hide-and-seek. With the world as the seeker she has no where to hide. Maybe thats a good thi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pey/509683/ Sleepless nights, waterless rain. Her thoughts are filled with everything and yet nothing.  Bloodshot eyes. Sadness creeps through her bones, and yet she can't remember the tears nor why.  Clear blue skies, but no sun. A childs laugh from a mothers touch. A smile without happiness.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pey/509484/