http://slow.writerscafe.org/theshrew The original writings of author The Shrew en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776081485 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Such a voice, such a mouthperhaps I could be blessed to heard you shoutI watch your walk, I stalk your gazeThis distance is taunting and my desire weighsThe sky opens up, your perfectly flawedCould you be a trophy crafted by the hands of God?I catch your eye, our parades are soon to collideMy bitter.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theshrew/1607215/ A death, a cry, a whisper, a tearOh Lord, please tell me are you truly hereWe beg, we pray to see a better dayOh Lord have you left us, or have you never been hereYour daughter, your son ,your neighbourhood friendBlinded by the lies being fed to their open handsIm born, I'm alive and I'm soon to die.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theshrew/1606348/ Lately I've been feeling blueevery second my body aches for youfor your chin resting on my neckand your sweet wicked caressThese thoughts and ponders are cruelwild things are creating tides in this poola pool of hopeless dreamsmy favourite worst killing machine. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theshrew/1606339/