http://slow.writerscafe.org/colachloe The original writings of author Cocachloe en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775996244 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Gentle fingers run through my messy hairSleepy eyes look into mineThey say a sweet good morningAnd promise many moreThey whisper they’ll be hereWhen strands of gray run through my chestnut hairWet lips brush my cheeks and linger on my lipsThey sigh in soft contentment, just happy to be thereLy.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/colachloe/1482961/ I’ve made a deal with the devilI know that I have sinnedI've made a deal with the devilTraded in my innocenceI’ve made a deal with the devilAnd now I must pay the costI’ve made a deal with the devilI hope to God my soul’s not lostI slept a night with the devilStrange how warm.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/colachloe/1482955/ Men, what is it about them?That they think they can lie to you, Manipulate you and confuse youTill you don’t know right from wrong, Up from down or heaven from hellIsn’t it ironic that the word manipulateBegins with manLike they were designed to take advantageIts all part of th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/colachloe/1482950/ Next time you find an insecure girl searching for God Leave her beShe’ll find him without youNext time you see a young girl who doesn’t think she’s prettyLeave her aloneBecause I promise you the scars you leave are much worse than the ones she hadNext time you hear a girl cryi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/colachloe/1482947/ We judge the face of everyone we meetLike porcelain dolls that walk the streetNo you don’t see meYou can’t see meI'm more than the clothes that I wearI’m more than the style of my hairI’m more than the weight on the scaleI’m more than the stories that they tellFor I am .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/colachloe/1482941/ My Romeo, my love, my manGive me your heart, your love, your handWhy don’t we give ourselves a chanceDarling can I have this dance?I know it makes no sense at allYou’re much too old, and I’m too smallThey all tell us that we can’tBut darling can I have this dance?We’ve .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/colachloe/1482864/ I’m sorry fatherSometimes I forget to prayAnd I don’t listenOr trust you when you sayThat you’ve got a planBut you hold my hand when I stumbleEven in the valley of the shadow of deathEven when I run out of breathStill you, pick me up when I fallStill you, bring me back when I&rsquo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/colachloe/1482856/ To the children I will someday haveI am doing the best I canSearching for your fatherWhoever he may beI can’t promise he’ll look like Brad PittOr that you’ll inherit beautiful blue eyesAnd a pearly white smileI can’t promise you he’ll be richWe probably won’t live.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/colachloe/1482853/ My eyes are leaky faucets, letting tears escape down my faceThis is where my emotions go when I don’t have a place to keep themSometimes I do not know why they come, only that they are herePlease know it does not mean you did something wrongTears could be nothing more than a memory of a not so.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/colachloe/1482847/