http://slow.writerscafe.org/LonleyLilith The original writings of author Lilith en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775986496 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I love this feeling..It’s like I’m dancing underwater.God, I can’t breathe.It feels so good.Surround me with your warmth.Suffocate me.Violate my insides, my thoughts.Is this love?Or am I just buzzed? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LonleyLilith/2143029/ How many times do I need to cry for you to understand that I'm hurting.Not the hurting like aching pain in my brain but the aching pain in my heart that you obviously don't see.How many times do I need to sarcastically put myself down about my size until someone looks in my direction and thinks,"Wow.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LonleyLilith/1859682/ sadness and madness http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LonleyLilith/1840106/ The attention of another,might fill the void,for an hour.But,The attention of a lover,might fill the void,forever. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LonleyLilith/1835356/ Sadness builds from a lover. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LonleyLilith/1835354/ Down the long halls,I see your face.What a face I long to see when I wake up,to when I fall into my slumber.I notice--that you don't look back.Do you get nervous?Do you feel the butterflies too?It's now lunch,I ask for a hug.You do hug me,but not embrace me,like you once did.You show no care in my.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LonleyLilith/1832747/ A bear uses a kitten. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LonleyLilith/1832137/ Oh this poor lion. Her heart is stricken!Oh dear, her heart is open but nothing is there.What must've happened to this poor thing.Who tortured her, degraded her? who made her lose her fire?Oh, poor lion. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LonleyLilith/1831732/ Oh,Oh grown man.Will you take my hand?And will you please,show me the way,show me the way to a brighter day?A brighter day with us two,So bright the sky is blue.Let me dream, let me see,of what we could be. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LonleyLilith/1831712/ The sand seems to like my toes, while i walked the ocean began to rose. It sang a song as I heard, it sang the song of a bird. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LonleyLilith/1831477/ There are some things I can't explain,Like why he doesn't love me anymore.Why I can't seem to like myself.Why I can't seem to move on.But I guess,I guess it's ok.Because at the end,nothing matters. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LonleyLilith/1831255/