http://slow.writerscafe.org/torilee The original writings of author Victoria en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776026426 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 With the words unspoken, the silence still not broken. Our bodies begging for closure,just come on a little closer."No more sorrow,"He said "save it for tomorrow."Tangled in the sheets to kiss in,Now please just listen.Lets not scream nor shout,There is nothing to talk about.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/torilee/1243534/ ive been so weak throughout everythingwhen everyone is tough and strong when they go through bad things there I am weak wanting to give uphow could I let myself get so carless and forget about god and question himim not nearly as bad as others but I am weaker.I wish I were stronger and that's someth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/torilee/1239677/ It's gonna come down,trickle across your window.It's gonna pound hard to the ground,bounce off your skin. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/torilee/1229441/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/torilee/1229439/ The thing isseeing eye to eye doesn't make the subject any more ethical.There will always be a more justified solution,and there will always be the illicit route you can take.But another possible course of action is an option that will always be there. It is entirely your settlem.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/torilee/1229052/ I'm having flashbacks dance around in my mind.Remembering is the worst thing at times.The feeling of not being important, but being worthless,it could just be one of the worst feelings we're allowed to experience.How is it possible we can feel happy, but also sad?There's bad days.There's also r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/torilee/1223423/ I'm sorry I got greedy, changed the plans.Didn't want to bethe same old thing.Developed feelings,thought about things,how different they could be.This time,we thought different.I'm sorry I got greedy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/torilee/1221962/ tears trickling across the softened cheek, begging for it to end, the only way for it to be over,the pill bottle left on the ground,once full, 12 pills, now empty. its over, no more pain. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/torilee/1221143/ Hard to admit,hard to face the facts.Able to ruin something so good,yet, not wanting to take the chance.Thoughts take a toll on us,keeping quiet is the best I can do.not knowing the ending,and so tired of pretending.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/torilee/1221142/ I didn't think about the long run.I didn't think you'd be around this long.I didn't think I would fall for you so quickly. I didn't think everything would be so complicated.I didn't think you would be oblivious to the complications.I didn't think. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/torilee/1216261/ I need youI don't think you need me though you're not damaged    the way       I'm damaged            (vl) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/torilee/1216252/ Broken,I value so much...to others its little...a humans spine...beautiful, straight, uncurved,man would kill for one of those, instead, damaged, broke, bent, I was left feeling worthless,at my lowest of lowes, and that, that is when I realized, the first time, not broken, nor was I damage.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/torilee/1216248/ what's killing you is killing me,can't you see we're meant to be? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/torilee/1207576/ I lay with my long legs spread, torso extended, will I ever stop soaking in my reoccurring thoughts? I am drenched in believing I am as worthless as everyone says,but the thing is...no one says.   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/torilee/1202992/