http://slow.writerscafe.org/lovesfrostline The original writings of author Chris D. en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776053374 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 If you spend too much time reflecting on what once was, trying to breathe life into your past.. It can turn hope into nothing but a ghost, exorcising a love that could've been.. So, shatter those mirrors that cloud minds and allow your heart to graze upon the fields of life.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lovesfrostline/1728764/ My childhood fears still being breast-fed by darkness.. Clutching this security blanket of pain, the whites of my knuckles like tiny ghosts haunting emotions that no longer circulate.. Crippled tears that've forgotten how to fall for they no longer can make the climb from my soul to my eyes.. Tha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lovesfrostline/1509385/ A bead of sweat slipping across her tan line like an illegal alien crossing the border searching for some shade.. The whispers of their love whistling between the sheets, goosebumps being raised from the dead exorcising thoughts that lay buried beneath a layer of skin.. Their screams scalping th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lovesfrostline/1506640/ I've tied together the threads of our love, just so I can hang those memories like crippled mistletoes living within the shadows of a lost kiss.. Broken promises that limp beneath the taste of our last wish, spoken with a poisoned breath that lays above the buds of my tongue like a fog clinging to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lovesfrostline/1500335/ My mind is a runway modeling your thoughts, dressing up those lonely nights.. There's no need for me to see skin, for your pantie line is the edges of your mind.. Your beauty is weightless, but yet it's crushing my world.. Each smile like a slipped disc, pinching nerves that separate the space betwe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lovesfrostline/1495865/ He wore her sweat the way an ocean sips upon a mornings fog, goosebumps engorged with their love.. The buds of his tongue erect, sweeping across the side of her breast clearing a path for the prints of his fingers to find.. Her legs laced around his hips, tying thoughts around the pins and needles.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lovesfrostline/1493451/ Magic is that second just before true love breaks.. You see, magic isn't making something disappear, it's allowing your faith to flower giving you everything..PS: If you had a sad day, remember that I distracted you and instead of going through your pockets, I stole a piece of your mind..;) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lovesfrostline/1492661/ Don't try and get inside my mind, for I've been trying to escape since the day I was conceived.. Unfortunately even before I could see, I tasted the pain that awaited me, so I severed the cord of life.. All I ask for is a proper burial for a soul who just wanted to be touched by love, but instea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lovesfrostline/1492420/