http://slow.writerscafe.org/Brookeobviously The original writings of author Winnter en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776123303 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Showered in onyx and black cherry pheromones, her alluring aura reels you in and invites your mind into the chaos that is hers.Filled with so much emotion with no control of whom you see,one minute she's everything you've ever asked for,the next she's so blue you're tempted to turn away.But in .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brookeobviously/2903888/ She died by the fire that night.A heart so full of hope and trust with talks of soul mates and endgames.Music with power but no words.Philosophy talk under the stars.Aloe on burn wounds.Heads in the clouds.Little did she know the stakes he would take to keep her forever.No matter l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brookeobviously/2798051/ Written in late 2018 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brookeobviously/2774032/ I started a relationship with an amazing guy in 2020 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brookeobviously/2773966/ this is my story. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brookeobviously/2113241/ I've written of love, I've written of the heartbreaks that followed.This is not one of those.I am no ones type, i will never be.And i am happy for that.Having a "type" meams dating people who are alike and comparing them to past significant others and ultimately ending up in the same summary.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brookeobviously/2108915/ draw moonlight from my eyesand sunlight from my skin.treat me as if i were the stars in the sky on a sad summers night.let me fill your thoughts that haunt you in your car on your way home.allow me to show you how islt feels to be treated the same as you treat others.fool yourself into fal.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brookeobviously/2078142/ When i rode with you i smiled.When i laid in your arms i felt safe.When we kissed i felt like nothing could hurt me.When we laughed together i admired your soul..When i spoke of you it was words of praise.When we got drunk together...I fell and cried and told you i loved you. 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