http://slow.writerscafe.org/deo_a The original writings of author Deo en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776092286 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I'm sorry I couldn't do more. I'm sorry you got hurt. Now all you can do is stare at nothing. And cry until your eyes sting. You've been hurt in a way. I never wanted to see. But he did so. And now you have to live with it. And all I can say. Is I'm sorry.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deo_a/1394100/ Tears stain my cheeksI feel like I'm going to puke. I'm shaking. I never thought. I'd give her the go ahead. But if everyone can't live in harmonyThere is no point in any of it. All I ask. Is for everyone to get along. But does that work? No. She was goin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deo_a/1339518/ I've let it slide. Let men hurt her. While I know. Deep in my gut. He's going to turn sour. I keep my mouth shut. Because for a time. She's happy. And that's the way I want to see her. But you. Your different. For once. Since it was me in y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deo_a/1318234/ It's 4 am. We've been at this for six hours. I've been trying to talk you out of it. Saying anything to not see you go. You tell me things like. "No one needs me. I'm just in the way." "You all will get over it. I can be easily replaced." And I respond with. "I need you. Your friends need. Your SIST.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deo_a/1298396/ My first poem.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deo_a/1289898/