http://slow.writerscafe.org/ksweeney25 The original writings of author klarity en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776342339 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 He was my one He was my only He was my now And he was my forever He broke my heartHe tore it apartHe turned a page Because he wasn't happy Not with a capital "H"I don't understand It's hard to comprehendBecause last week he saidHe wanted kidsHe wanted a family&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ksweeney25/2165361/ Writing a few lines about dealing with anxiety for the past 6 years. It never goes away but you learn to cope... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ksweeney25/2165359/ I know it's the right thing to doI know I wasn't meant for you But I need you to hold me Like you used to I didn't know how to tell you And say how difficult it's been How awful my crises were How I was suffering Although we did have our issues And didn't alwa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ksweeney25/2165357/ How do you fix a broken heartSo young when it was torn apart?How do you mend the piecesAnd stop all the falling tears? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ksweeney25/2165356/ Today I am full of sorrowHurting in fear of tomorrowAwaiting the final dark wave To drown me away from the life I once craved.What has god layed out for me?Depression, mistakes and death as my company.Don't I have a bigger calling?Or am I, one again, only dreaming? Tomorrow will be differn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ksweeney25/2165355/ Is it your love that I seekOr just the feeling I getWhen, my lust at it's peakOvertakes my body and head?I shouldn't let it fool me I should keep controlI shouldn't leave it arouse meI should stay whole.Because if I break, if I abandon, Who knows what could happen?I could feel, like and ca.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ksweeney25/2165353/ Yet another day Yet another night I continue to pray For someday you might Perhaps take me abackBy loving me back. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ksweeney25/2165352/ I've lost and I've  beatenI've dispensed and I've taken I've fought and I've fled I've succeeded and I've failedI've tried and I've given upI've stepped down and I've stood upI've finished and I've started I've been foolish and I've outsmarted I've loved and I've hated .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ksweeney25/2165351/ /! People have kindly reached out to me asking if this was true and if I needed help. This is pure fiction, I have in no way been sexually abused by a member of my family or anyone else. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ksweeney25/2165231/ A pillow of tears is all that you left me.A lifetime of fearis all I will know.People keep telling meI've got to move on.But how's that possible when your heart's been stepped on?It's no wonder i feel so alone.I can only surrender to this neverending moan.Broken up dreams is all .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ksweeney25/2165230/ The subtle warmth upon your cheek the shining yellow star at it's peakthe oh os refreshing breezeIt's summer in Paris.The light glistening over the grey Parisian rooves the way the sun slowly moves the red-lit high-class corner restaurantthe French café over which one bonds&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ksweeney25/2165227/ I've been traveling for so long, walking my way through the plains, fighting storms, battling rains, getting back to where I belong.The railroad should take me home.At least that's what I was told. I wouldn't know wherelse to go without the train's track below.Having survive.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ksweeney25/2165226/ Walking around in the rainit's really too hard to restrainthe tears falling along my cheeks for you weren't able to speak out your true feelings for meI wish I could've seen just opened up my eyes what you'd really mean with the words "I need time".Today my heart is beating&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ksweeney25/2165225/ It's a need of trust It's a want of paiBetween the fire and the lustNo one has ever had that much to gain. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ksweeney25/2165224/ Here, The sun slowly rises To shine on the Cold Sacred HeartOf this city that gently hums. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ksweeney25/2165222/