http://slow.writerscafe.org/marvo The original writings of author marvo en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775254777 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I wish I was a remote tree So lovers would sit under me I'd look down on them from above To hear them speak about their love And at the end of each new day They'd pack their things and go away I'd be left standing all alone Content, without a care or moan For I'd have overheard their fears And liste.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marvo/1838880/ Swooping down unexpectedly from above. The angel plucked the stricken boy to safety. And as she carried him, she massaged his heart with her words. These words breathed new life into his soul. Until he began to feel alive once more.Gently whispering her soft words of love. She rebuilt the boy piece .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marvo/1838621/ As he lay there on the bed the past played out inside his head…If only he had had the chance he would have loved her in ways that she had never been loved.For reasons she had never been told, and for longer than she would have ever thought she had deserved. If he had only had the chance he wo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marvo/1838620/ I’ve been waiting oh so long for her And I’ll wait for her always like I do Like I always do I’m just sat here and waiting for the heartacheAnd when that dull ache comes around It’ll come in speeding like a train And just when I think that it’s over It&rsq.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marvo/1838598/ Will you write me a song girl?It would be rather coolFor if the words were about meI would dance like your foolYou could make it a sad songTo reflect where I’m atOr make it a balladWhat could be sweeter than that? Will you write me a song girl?You.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marvo/1838596/ Walking away he held his head high Too proud to spill out the words that filled his mouth Over and over to himself he repeated The only clear thought inside his head “She must not see. She must not see”. Inside he could feel his heart breaking And clearly the pain it was causing And as h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marvo/1838217/ Silence builds an awful wreckage of this man It feeds on his loneliness and creates a void Grey shadows haunt, torment and torture This man is stricken and destroyedThere is no sound of laughter or happiness here Love has thrown in the towel today Sombre, melancholy moods decay his soul It is futile.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marvo/1838215/ Softly spoken words with a wonderful inflection Fall from her mouth with a graceful fragility Allied to a wonderful simplicity. Her professed shyness, slowly eroding and replaced By a blossoming confidence So sweet, so her and so attractive. The imperfections that she describes and yet which I canno.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marvo/1838212/ Christmas is coming as it has in the past And soon feelings of joy will appear " but not last Festivities, parties, drinks all around But remember in some homes there won’t be a sound Except for the cries of the lonely and lost Who have been dealt misfortune and now count the cost Be they rich.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marvo/1838210/ She was basically a good girl Though for sure she had some flaws And she fought an inward battle Never stopping for a pause Her life always seemed so troubled And she lived it in the past She really had to find solutions To her problems…….find them fast!The advert on the well thumbed p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marvo/1838208/ I'm aware that it's late But go fetch your coat For I want to drive down to the beach To shout out my pain Across that cruel sea And know that you're there within reachFor I'm suffering again Deep down inside And at times it is too much to bear So please fetch your coat Let's not waste any time For .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marvo/1838207/ She was an unhappy child, left home at just thirteen No more a child, not quite adult, but somewhere in between She'd had an older boyfriend, whom it's said led her astray If he had meant all that he'd said, he'd be with her today.Susie was now sad sixteen, looked more like twenty nine She now had e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marvo/1838203/