http://slow.writerscafe.org/victoria_16 The original writings of author Victoria en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776128578 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 To the love of my life,I am blessed beyond belief lucky enough that you could love meAs our two lives meet, the anticipation is sweet, I am lucky to be your wife and best friend, as we continue to grow and love, a baby came along we named her Delany, beautiful as ever half of you and me, she reall.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/victoria_16/2073039/ I cannot wait, to find you...Whomever you are, I cannot wait to love you...I cannot wait, to see the enticing future we hold...To hear the first I love you, I cannot wait...I cannot wait, to see the beautiful ring on my ring finger which promises you to me and me to you...I cannot wait, to walk down.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/victoria_16/1989200/ I'm a pretty girl full of dark secrets, would I trust you enough to tell them to you, would you stay long enough to listen, would you still love me with all I've done Would you still kiss my lips, which are full of untold secrets and broken lies, will you still embra.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/victoria_16/1980750/ Yearn, having an intense feeling of longing for something, typically something that one has lost or been separated from. I yearn to see your smile, hear your laugh, feel your hand in mine...I wonder where we’re headed, when you leave me to long for your touch…Now that I have you, I will.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/victoria_16/1974059/ Ohh how I have fallen...Through your simple words and poetry...The songs that scar your heart...The limericks that bring joy...The analogies and metaphors that guide you through this thing called life...Ohh how I have fallen...For your whispered promises...And secret adjectives that describe you, my.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/victoria_16/1955533/ Two tall proud buildings, stood above the world…It was a cloudless blue day…One that would end in tragedy…It would be a day that changed the nation…Two tall proud buildings, stood above the world…Seeming untouchable, until they were gone…Screams pierced that.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/victoria_16/1951679/ Your a man who needs a woman's love, any woman will do, as long as she acts like she loves you. You cry and wonder why your love burns so fast maybe it's because she didn't love you back. Your a man who needs a woman's love any woman will do, as long as she acts like she loves you. The wo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/victoria_16/1950259/ She sat beside me, her hair blowing out the window, as she sang, out of tune but exuberant. The smell of salt and sunshine, a California smell, blew in threw the window, as she inhaled and turned to me, brown eyes shining as she uttered her first I love you. Things have never been so clear as they .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/victoria_16/1933226/ I knew I had to be a man for my momma and my siblings I'm only 15 yet I slang. I'm following in my abuelo's foot steps my dad says. I yelled back at him, " I'm more of a father to your children than you are! When are you home do say good night to Alexa sú familia." He doesn't realize the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/victoria_16/1914364/ based on life in central valley mexican influence http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/victoria_16/1909318/ I hear the kids running out from the orchards, their little grubby hands full of peaches. The sun glinting off of their jet black hair, my daughter Alexa runs up to me throwing her arms around my neck. She's squealing, "Mama, Roberto's eating my peachessss!! Look they're alllllll gone!!". Alexa has.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/victoria_16/1909105/                                You are my drug… I can’t let you go… I tried but you didn’t… I gave you all I had… You let me fall… I wish I didn’t n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/victoria_16/1841128/ A sniper of what's to come. Hope you love it! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/victoria_16/1836312/ ch She sat on the cold bathroom tile fumbling with the razor in her hand, tears flowing down her face like the blood that flowed down her scarred wrists. The pill bottle lay empty at her feet, these two things where her “happiness” in life she lived for her happy pills and the thrill of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/victoria_16/1832487/ I watch from a distance…Seeing the love in your eyes…But, you no longer hold love for me…You now hold love for the beautiful girl…The one who smiles for you and only you…She’s the one who holds your heart…You’ve become entangled in her…You.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/victoria_16/1808095/ Can you hear me...I sit calling to you…Missing you… Still loving you…Waiting for you to love me…I still sit calling for you…Waiting for you 30 years later…Still loving you…Never accepting the fact you can’t love me…But, I still sit w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/victoria_16/1806542/ Her heart was beating, faster than a hummingbird's wings, she stood there looking into her killer's eyes. His gaze was crazed, uncontrolled, as he took in her petite frame, dark hair and eyes that were bright with fright. She heard his encroaching footsteps and heavy breathing, she knew him, she&rs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/victoria_16/1805292/ Can’t get the smell of his cologne out of my mind, the song stuck in my head, and the home i found in his arms. It feels so good to have a safe place to run to one that won’t judge you and loves you for who you are. Calls you beautiful likes it’s your name and respects every deci.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/victoria_16/1794467/ She left her heart on the line. When really there was so much more at stake. So many options and possibilities. She only wanted one or did she. This girl left all alone and in silence was confused. The doctors said that was just a symptom of depression, that was the reason for the razor to her wris.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/victoria_16/1794418/ Words, voices, and words that’s all she heard they called beckoned to her with greedy voices and long outstretched hands. There she sat her hands knotted through her hair, rocking back and forth, back and forth, trying to soothe herself with the rhythmic motion. It just kept repeating and repe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/victoria_16/1794412/