http://slow.writerscafe.org/3lie The original writings of author 3liud en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775984261 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Tombstone Blues A sudden gush of emotions and the need to weepHow to put it? I loved me!But, well, as they say, death loved more-The willingness to carry on exists moreThe chance is gone. Tombstone blues. Weep loveWillows no longer impress with their bro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/3lie/2103365/  Perhaps I should wake up and stop dreamingI should stop looking into your eyesI want to walk away and get us drinksWould you walk with me to the counter?I do not want to leave you behind. Yesternight I was sad, and you were not hereI was alone drinking, c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/3lie/2101015/ If this is the end,Move a little closerI want to feel your breathLet me feel thy powerful auraNot the world, but me you’ll be withIf this is the end,Give me a kissLet it last longer and longer‘till this end turns into the beginningAnd forever starts to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/3lie/2099726/ I am not one to insist on anything, or someoneI have been known to run away from what I want-Just because I am nervous to say so.But you, love, my heart aches for! I have faced the jaws of agony,I have loved and lostI wept and swore I never loved againBut you, lo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/3lie/2097832/ I mainly talk about betrayal, lost love and how much it haunts us as men. Everyone would think that betrayal only works one way, not. It works both ways, the pain affects both alike. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/3lie/2095440/ I know we both have stared into the sky and wished that tomorrow never comes.That we have both wet the pillow not knowing what next, who to call to.But let’s pretend that this is our first time, let’s forget all that past pain.Let’s pretend that this is our first timeThat we have n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/3lie/2093935/ Like a sick wolf every morning I rise to the scorching sunI want to birdbox through life, but curiosity got me curious.Am a dry husk of bones held together by depression, trying to find my way through this life! With every glaring pain and memory just making it worse.I try to sneak past every situat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/3lie/2088970/ I decide to look you in the eyePerhaps this will make you smile backAnd give me the confidence to rantSay how much I like you, probably I will. One dayIt may result in the growth from like to adoration and alife togetherSmile again and give me the hope to keep talking Prete.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/3lie/2022012/ There is a haven outside our villageNot far, close to that mountain rangeWhere the blind, seeThe deaf hearAnd the crippled dance in awe! There is a sea in our localityWhere the dead and undead communeWhere the living worry notWhere the paranoid remain calm.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/3lie/2020685/ Mean gods!As I imagine, I know nothing about love I would ask but am not in good terms with the gods above So, I watch as birds fly in pairs others in quadruples and I imagine the fun But now I feel vulnerable, punch me and I bleed But don’t, it would be uncontrollable like the singing I h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/3lie/1949458/ Living a newfor every day now seems so strangenot as I used to look forward to seeing your face and smileI fear catching a glimpse of your passing shadow nowlest I tell you of how I love youGot no one to give funny stories of my own creation tono one to give that ear to the other' .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/3lie/1926069/ I Sat on the rock for hours waitingfor the glare-A glare of hope. Perhaps thelight at the end of the tunnelOnly, in this case, it wasn’t atunnel but a field of daisies,Lavenders and a spray of roses. I was at the edge. The tiny cupid’s infection wasris.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/3lie/1925656/ #My absolution! Lateness might have already cropped in However, I hope a chance is still available for me to see some light and maybe fetch you those last grapes from the vine down a slope I was wrong I attest I apologize with my absolution! You don' have to keep repeating, I failed and am griev.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/3lie/1892206/