http://slow.writerscafe.org/seema The original writings of author seema en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776195875 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15                                         a smile on my face is something you can rarely see..deeply hurt a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/seema/679887/ as the sun starts to fade away my tears starts to come on the wayto mark my face with rivers that race down to my baseto make me see what i cant tasteto make me feel that it had gone to wasteyour eyes in my mind are paste what i wanted to know is why we didnt last??is it because of my past??shoula.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/seema/679886/  to move on is what i need to dothis has took long and it is no something newgood memories pass me by everyonce and a while...when am thinking of you in everystep i take or even a mile...your love , your care is what i wanted to take" i dont care " thats me being fakei dont want to wonder any.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/seema/679296/                               what do you think this is all about??when you stand on the top of the worldwhen you sit after you won the sordwhen she to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/seema/679293/ 6 months had gone but you have stayednot beside me but in my memory a vision you madea dark alley i visit every nightto know what i did wrong to knowwhat i did rightpuzzle in my head i cant solve in everything in my mind you are involvethe beat is killing me,beat of my heartcause in every pump of it.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/seema/676846/ god would you forgive my mistakes??would you let this pain go...cause i gotta let you knowashamed of ma self i am...disgrace is on my face - goddamn....{scared 4ever} is my next phase....i feel that u had put me in a race...but till now i dont know what to chase...and i cant hold on to it...my .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/seema/675715/ My hands are shaking but my faith is steady..my eyes are blury but my soul is ready...my vision is changing from good to bettermy glory i can smell its in that letter the crowed are gazing ,perfection, they expect nothing less the haters are peeping they expect me to messdad and mum here, they a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/seema/675712/                                                   .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/seema/675710/