http://slow.writerscafe.org/moohdy The original writings of author moody en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776013889 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I haven't posted on here in while. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/moohdy/1928774/ I love her smile.When she smiles at me I feel like the world got put together.When she smiles I feel like a hippie, i just want to spread love.When she smiles I can see the angels descend from above.When she smiles i feel free like a dove.But,when she smiles, i want to leave.When she smiles I feel l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/moohdy/1897975/ She’ll find something you desire, something you crave.She’ll give it to you, and make you feel loved, feel special.She will do so everyday, every night, and she’ll pretend to love it.Out of the blue, she will stop.She will not give you what you want, what you desire.She will have y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/moohdy/1895868/ Love is not telling each other “i love you” ten-thousand times a day.Love is caring about someone, no matter what happens.Love is being there for someone at all times.Love is staring at that one person, and just.. lose yourself.Love is when you wake up in the middle of the night, and the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/moohdy/1895474/ He wakes up in the morning, and smiles at the world.People smile at him, and he smiles right back.When people talk to him, he always has something positive to say.But at the end of the day, he runs out of things to avoid being numb. He doesn’t recognize the smiles anymore, he focuses on the sa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/moohdy/1895136/ My room is my escape from reality.One bed, a fan, and a wardrobe is all that i have in this room.Red LED lights to distract me from depression.A bed to lie down, and a pillow to cry on.Unlike most people, my small bed gave me it’s time.It gave a shoulder no one else ever cared to give.My littl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/moohdy/1895073/ Red Rose Dead RoseRed rose was so pretty. People adore her with their eyes, like she’s some kind of goddess.They made her feel so special, so beautiful, and oh-so confident.They made her believe she’s an amazing rose, but all they did was look at how beautiful she is.However, not a lot o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/moohdy/1894845/