http://slow.writerscafe.org/Kathrynn The original writings of author Wallflower en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776006503 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I miss you so much I forget to breathe.Like the memories hold my lungs hostage.Like I'm impaled every time I try to exhale,so I hold it all in until the thump in my chest reminds me that the only thing leftto dois to let goof every last bit of You. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kathrynn/1587756/ greater than the sum of their individual effects. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kathrynn/1319675/ The Ocean fell in love with a Puddle; Stupid ocean, even stupider puddle. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kathrynn/1263231/ You are my rainfall at dawn.I lift these sheets and you crawl in to tangle limbs.Because when you're not here,the thread counts the miles that mount across an empty bed.And when the Sun creeps in I need your skin to be there first;to flood all the spots that the Sun cannot.How el.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kathrynn/1203190/ Like sloshing waves, lazy and dazed,Rising and falling with the passing of days.Finding their way, but happy to say:We are in motion, while steady in place. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kathrynn/1172838/ Love Conquers All http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kathrynn/904639/ To love thyself is no mean art. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kathrynn/878311/ A white diamond blanket Lays on the floor Glistening. 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