http://slow.writerscafe.org/whitdrew22 The original writings of author Whitney en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775996414 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I think I know that he doesn’t loveme,And I hold my breath when I’m with him  Because I’m waiting for the shoe drop to happen,And I mean, some of it is good,But the relationship is s**t,And damn, I just don’t know anymore.   &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whitdrew22/1747386/ Why did you stop writing?I have inquired this so many times,And all you do is shrug,All you do is tell me that you don’t know,But I do.            You stoppedwriting because you have managed to effectively kill it,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whitdrew22/1665905/ Slowly, we dance our waltz,One two three, one two three, on and on,But I’m on two when you’re on one,And I know how this dance ends, Slowly, the music builds,And we keep going in three-four time,And I clutch your arm as you put your hand on the small of my back,But this dance won’.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whitdrew22/1659012/ He called me a hopeless romantic.He said that I was naïve for wanting someone to love me like the sun loves the moon,And he turned up his nose when I said that I wanted kisses like the stars because they arebeautiful and plenty,I was a silly girl to him, a ditzy princess with crazy estrogen dr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whitdrew22/1659011/ Rage against the dying world,Rage against the light,Rage against the sorrows that bar my heart from flight. The morning left me winded,The evening left me bare,The night left me with nothing but a dark despair. I heard my name on yonder,And oh I tried to go,But the rage made me want to stay deep an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whitdrew22/1659009/ This poem is dedicated to my father. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whitdrew22/1659006/ Her heart beats quickly, and it beats red wine.His breathing slows, and he inhales her scent.She drinks him in with her midnight eyes.He hears her sigh from his gentle kiss. Her skin rises with chills, and she giggles.His brow glistens with sweat, and he smiles.She lets her slender fingers dance wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whitdrew22/1659005/