http://slow.writerscafe.org/WoeIsYou The original writings of author SunnyDaze en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776021699 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 For those who feel insignificant,I’ve found peace in death. No color to my soul as I take my last breath.This pain is too deep, too deep to carve outI find happiness in nothing,carve a smile out my mouth. Family so distant they don’t know who I am old time brothers and sist.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WoeIsYou/2158010/ You call late nights for comfort. Hoping that word you crave to hear, will escape these lips of mine, one more time. Like the sweet sting of a bee, our hearts skipping beats. This love isn’t the same. This love isn’t for me. This love, is incomplete. Voice soft as rose petals wrapped in .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WoeIsYou/2118938/ Reaper, reaper, here’s my soul! I’ll bare it all, stories untold.Like ancient Babylon,bring me back the love you stole. I’ll trade you,I’ll walk on coals.Swim through lakes of fire,tear my flesh apart,you loved me,you broke my heart.Disintegrate these .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WoeIsYou/2113619/ The silence of this house, is loud.Your touch makes me shiver,into my heart, blows plowed.Memories on walls,hanging by a thread.claw marks on the headboard,of our loving bed.Cracks and crevices, weeping for our love.Driving me crazy, like cries of a dove.Too much food to eat for .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WoeIsYou/2111877/ Your love has made me filthy, wash me clean in a godly rain. I ask for my forgiveness and then I sin again.Shed my skin so you and I no longer recognize reflections.My skin is too imperfect but to you I’m a perfection.Fill this void as I pour my love into your soul. To have and to ho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WoeIsYou/2111772/ To my future daughter,May the man you choose be gentle.Like a butterfly,landing on branches of a weeping willow.May he never make you weep.May he be the reason,you’ll feel safe when you sleep. May the man you choose never raise his voicelove you tenderly,like he doesn&rsquo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WoeIsYou/2111613/ Come into my temple read the gospel in my skinYou say I’m like a Goddessyet I always make you sinHealing waters flowing through melap me up and quench your thirstLet me pour my holy in youtake you to churchWash away all of your evils like the summer rainYou used to tell me .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WoeIsYou/2111463/ The touch of your finger tips breaks my bones. Crack! I walk on eggshells. Heart fragile like wings of a dove. Pure as the night sky up above. Skin forever tainted by your black love. You settle into me sink deep into my soul. Like a baby bird nuzzled underneath his mother’s wing. I’m no.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WoeIsYou/2111378/ Flower child you were always wildHe laughed at you and you still smiled Tie cherry stems into knots with your tongue In the air his words always hung Bodacious babe, a body with curves like wavesHer thoughts were the only thing he’d never craveBye bye little lamb and quite like Unc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WoeIsYou/2111307/ Your love never seemed to be a thought I’d keep close. It came and went, like the crashing sounds of a heavy wave. And yet, so easily forgotten once the waters subside. Never too gentle, like the northern winds on a stormy evening in May. Fleeting. I watch as your memory escapes me. You slip r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WoeIsYou/2111306/ Love, loss http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WoeIsYou/2111297/ Openyour eyesDon’t be blind to the corrupt Thelies and headlines always abruptDon’tget stuckItseems we’re out of luckEveryoneis dying but don’t you dare tryingTo place the blameOnthe insaneSeeminglymundaneThoughtsprofaneThec.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WoeIsYou/1889291/ Histouch lingered on her skin like the soft dews of an autumn rain left on aflowerReminiscingthings that she’d envisioned for yearsHe’sfinally calmed her fearsThememories of yesteryear Thingswere so clearHiswords replayed over and over in her head li.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WoeIsYou/1889247/ Mymind is constantly racing Constantlychanging Constantlychallenging your eulogy Yousimply can’t get through to me You’reuseless I’mruthless Let’sdo this Thoughtsare sim.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WoeIsYou/1889118/ As another grain of sand falls into this bottomless pit ofan hourglass we call timeWe remember The clock ticks louder and louder with each passing hourDayMonthYearWe fearTime withers away much like our bodies slowly decaying intonothing but sand that will soon bec.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WoeIsYou/1889097/ Skin Deep The cuts are simply skin deep while the memories arenotI got caughtCrimson is my favorite colorCut another and another and a…WaitWhat’s my fate?It’s too lateYou’re at the gatesOpen your eyes!The light is bright.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WoeIsYou/1889077/ Your body’slike a river running smooth and on course of course But you’reever changingYou’re amazingHeart isracingI’m justsayingYou’reperfectYou’re worthitUnearth itCurves perfectlyshaping you like a goddessLet.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WoeIsYou/1889055/  When we were young,we would frolic in fields of flowers taller than ourselvesLoving life, lovingone anotherNo boundaries, nofear, no judgmentJust lifeHappinessPeace and UnityWe would giggle asthe grass tickled our feet We would smile as thesun le.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WoeIsYou/1888953/ I’m soaloneLike adog desperately searching for his boneBut he’slost his sense of smellI can’ttellDoesthis make any sense?Are youusing your senses to guide you?Let medrive youLet meride you   What isa soul?Like th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WoeIsYou/1888934/ Rottento the core I’vemet guys like you before Hadfun times with you before Alwayshad me at your door wanting more Iloved the way I sat paralyzed for hours as you jumped out of the shower Youused to say I had all of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WoeIsYou/1888909/ To my Four-Year-OldSelf. To my four-year-oldself,Sometimes youmight think back and everything seemsblack.Nothing worthlivin’ for when all you had was given.She took all youhad and you could never have it back.Your innocencegone.And she was farto.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WoeIsYou/1888873/