http://slow.writerscafe.org/truppe The original writings of author TL en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776031776 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 i know you come and go like the seasonsand that i can't expect you to stay past the changing color of the leavesbut as the summer sun shines brighti'll bask in the rays of your loveuntil the cool winds come through and sweep you away http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/truppe/2114268/ I’m 20 years oldI really wish i was left handedI don’t like cilantroI organize the sugar packets by color at every restaurant i go toI found friends in books before i made them in schoolAnd i’ve been biting my nails since i could chewI don’t know what it means to be aliveMy b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/truppe/2101073/ haven't been able to find words latelyeverything has just disappearedfeelingsemotionsinspirationand they all seemed to leave when you didyou were more than just sexyou touched a part of my soul that no one knew i hadyou opened my mindand illuminated my hearti don't see myself as an artistic per.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/truppe/2041474/ my heart is full of poisonsometimes it gets too fullthat i feel it pouring into my chestit seeps into my veinsand slowly fills my bodyuntil suddenly everything shuts downand i feel lifelessand i can't do anything but wait for it to passwait for something or someone to bring enough lightto drive this.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/truppe/2041462/ the hardest part about loving youis walking you out at the end of the nightwhen you kiss me goodbyeeverything in the world ceases to existthe silence of the nightengulfs us in a sphere of intimacya closeness that brings a connectioni have never felt while saying goodbyea feeling as if our souls are .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/truppe/1984653/ when i met hima fire ignited within meeverything was so rightyet the flames were blindingthat i couldn't see how he was so wrongi let him change meup until the moment he stomped out the fireand only thendid i realizethat he broke me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/truppe/1964772/ "and the worst of having a romance of any kind is that it leaves one so unromantic"and that's what you have done to mei fell in love with youand you didn't catch meinsteadyou left mebroken and empty on the groundand nowthe only romance i findis the temporary kindthe kind that lasts for a nightthe ki.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/truppe/1930131/ as i sit next to you on this bridgei am nervousand i am nervousthat the night is darkyet you see  me perfectlyas if the light of dayis illuminating my soul to youand i am nervousthat even though i am not one to talkyou can hear the storymy eyes telland although i try my bestto avoid eye contact.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/truppe/1925197/ i know i am numband the only thingsthat give me feelingare random bodiesand nameless facesthe only things thatseem to fill thehole inside of meinclude sloppy kissesand the sweat of strangersi live for nightswhere i let anotherpiece of me die becausei'm addicted to theserandom bodiesand nameless face.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/truppe/1922071/ when i'm with youyou have the power to make me believe thattwo plus two is fiveand our bodiesare not made up of skin and bonebut of flowers and lightand despite the oddsdespite the 7,499,999,999 other bodies in the worldours just so happento fit togetherperfectly http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/truppe/1919504/ i still remember our last kissa saturday morningalmost 11.i was getting ready to leaveand you were lying in bedwatching mewith that grin of yours.as i was about to leaveyou grabbed my handmy small, cold oneengulfed by your big, warm one.i helped you out of bedand headed towards  the door.i stop.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/truppe/1919464/ forget meforget everythingfrom my brown hair, brown eyes, pink lipsto my bitten nails, bruised knees, and scarsscars that people like you might as well have hand carved into my skinscars that remind me everyday that i'm better than your sloppy kisses and empty wordsforget the night we metand every n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/truppe/1919401/