http://slow.writerscafe.org/sarahcavatina The original writings of author Sarah en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776237991 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Could you see it in her eyes?A glassy reflectionWhere pain and sorrow could hideSociety's rejectionBut the distance apartSlowly started to crumbleAnd her shadow stretched out farAs she began to stumbleShe tried to find youYou watched her fadeAnd alone she stoodDay after dayThe glass was brokenBeneat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sarahcavatina/1580142/ P { margin-bottom: 0.08in; }I was holding my heart in my hand, andI didn't know what to do with it.Surrounded by the open night sky andendless grass, I laid down on my back. I set my heart on my chest andfelt it thump. Slowly, but surely. Feeling the beating of my o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sarahcavatina/1559596/ I -Sometimes I'll see youBut not your faceJust an emotional substanceThat sort ofLingers aroundLike a scent that just won't go awaySometimes I feel youBut not reallyAnd it makes me want to cryBecause every time you go awayIt sort of makes meWant to dieII -And then it comes backEverythingIt comes bac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sarahcavatina/1558825/ She gave herself upFor someone else's sakeAnd every night she asks herselfAre you ready for your heart to break? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sarahcavatina/1558811/ I amI am lostI am lost in the pastI am lost in the past and it hurtsI am lost in the past and it hurts the moment. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sarahcavatina/1558790/ You found her sitting at the curbBarefoot, hair tangled, face in her palmsShe looked up slowly, the scene is blurredWith make up smeared and smudged lip balmShe smiled, not showing her teethAsked how you'd been and would you like a drink?You shook your head and said sorryYou had to be home, it was l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sarahcavatina/1558782/ She was beautiful,With glass stuck in her heartAnd poison in her lungsAnd nightmares in her eyesAnd numbness in her tongueWith hammers in her skullAnd tears drowned in her throatAnd evil on her lipsAnd blood under her clothesWith deceit in her veinsAnd nails bashed in her bonesAnd sorrow in her mind.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sarahcavatina/1558731/ What happens when you lose your mind? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sarahcavatina/1558449/ Story of the dead. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sarahcavatina/1558444/