http://slow.writerscafe.org/jamiemayo The original writings of author Jamie Mayo en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776368820 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I see a lightNot far from hereIt will end tonightAnd all my fearsHow can I get there?How can I reach out?It`s on the other sideI`m so full of doubtSomething just appearedA long beautiful bridgeA majestical figureA bridge of connectionCome nowLet us crossGo ForthTo the land we once soughtWe`re almost.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jamiemayo/516568/ Come back my loveMake me smile once againBring in those wonderful timesRevive what was lostCome and heal my broken heartThe one you tore apartThe one that you still haveThe one that I want backBut no matter how much I want it backI can't seem to take it awayIt's stuck to you And I don't know ho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jamiemayo/513886/ The two sides of time http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jamiemayo/513844/ He was my granddaddy, he was my bestfriend. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jamiemayo/513840/ Someone special has this day departedBut I can see his smileFree from painFree from anguishHe made me smile when I was sadHe gave me a mouse and played with me To be his granddaughter oh I am gladHe always found a way to make me happyMy granddaddy was simpleHe was always looking out for a huge .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jamiemayo/513838/ I'm not letting go, I'm not giving up. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jamiemayo/513835/ A person has left. A person has wept. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jamiemayo/513834/ This poem is for two of my friends who helped me during a hard time in my life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jamiemayo/513832/ Don't you feel like this? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jamiemayo/513356/ I wrote this before we split. He meant so much to me. I just never got him to read this. Maybe he will soon. Maybe he'll come back. He meant my whole life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jamiemayo/513351/ I had someone I couldn't live without. The thing that haunts me in that sentence is the word had. I've lost him. I'm dead. But not my writing. This poem expresses how I felt and feel about him. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jamiemayo/513345/