http://slow.writerscafe.org/Yahallo The original writings of author Yahallo en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776116729 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Self-doubt is undoubtedly the worst thing to go through. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yahallo/2843168/ The rain, the rain, terrain drowns all luck and regret The way, the way, you say "I miss you" makes me sad The mane, the mane, my hair is silent, wet, and scared The day, the day, in May - floating in gray despair http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yahallo/2098336/ denial, pain... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yahallo/2096671/ He offers me starshe offers me the whole skysays he loves mebut,i don't want thathe offers me things he owns, and also thingshe does not possesses at allwhat does he even see in me?why does he fight for a love that can't come back to him? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yahallo/2040085/ To be a temporary help http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yahallo/2038739/ Humans want to be remembered. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yahallo/2037663/ A thousand emotions. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yahallo/2036779/ Aren't you already dead if you have no dreams? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yahallo/2030554/ What are you hiding? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yahallo/2029830/ Where do you choose to stay? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yahallo/2029203/ The bittersweetness of the month called May. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yahallo/2028410/ ☆ I'm afraid you'll disappear if I close my eyes ☆ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yahallo/2028004/ My take on the colour. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yahallo/2026380/ Can't forget even when I play. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yahallo/2025794/ The someone you don't have. But if you could, even if it was a lie..what would you allow.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yahallo/2025335/ What would happen if you were as addicted to me as I am to you? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yahallo/2024961/ When you can't accept some things, life, others, yourself... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yahallo/2023656/ I will remain in your heart or you will remain in mine? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yahallo/2021477/ Nobody knows is it one-sided. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yahallo/2019862/ A journey to finding self and acceptance. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yahallo/2019197/ When you're hurting. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yahallo/2018857/ Love is powerful, magical, and beautiful. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yahallo/2018685/ What is love to you? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yahallo/2018403/ I have the past and you have the future - we don't live in the same time. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yahallo/2018083/ All the little things love can teach you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yahallo/2017215/ Goodbye means a new start. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yahallo/2016994/ When someone is your sky. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yahallo/2016308/ Do you think you can love someone if you don't love yourself? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yahallo/2014843/ One-sided and impossible. What do I even want? Friends should be happy for their friends. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yahallo/2014601/ I only let onenail grow longto see whati can haveif i stop biting downevery other one http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yahallo/2013207/ Please,Don't look at me so happilyYou make me think you actually love meI don't want you to love meWhen you can love someone elseOut therePlease,Don't keep on following meYou make me think you actually want meI frankly can't believe that could be trueI swear I am doing you a favourWhy'd you want to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yahallo/2012611/ What does my existence feel like. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yahallo/2012033/ And the Oscar goes to. . . me? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yahallo/2010751/ Squinting, there I seein the fog spring's hiding,with laughing childrenplaying with treesin mowed grass.birds bathing in riverfalls,bees singing in eardrums,breeze kissing my hair. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yahallo/2009358/ The aftermath of a 'sleepover'? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yahallo/2008994/ Breaking Bad fans will understand. More meanings than just one. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yahallo/2008636/ Green eyes are as painful as they are beautiful. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yahallo/2007412/ A one-sided fantasy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yahallo/2007090/ Random memories of our lives and deja vu. Nothing important yet I remember it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yahallo/2005946/ (i.)You told methe tall oak treereminds you of me!how beautiful!you must think i amstrong, mature, and coollet's sit together underneath(ii.)Why does lightningalways strike nearby the oak tree?it looks so brave and oh so fearlessbut i bet he's shaking inside!one cannot be that perfectbut you love hi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yahallo/2005695/ Can one revive friendships made in youth? I wish... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yahallo/2005489/ I wanted to understand you like I wanted to understand math. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yahallo/2004987/ A friendly gesture that means too much to you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yahallo/2004718/ Too nostalgic and dramatic, I am. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yahallo/2004512/ A hopeless hurting love existing only in dreams. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yahallo/2004308/ raindrops racingdown the roofsas if they're childrenon endless red slidesin a park playground http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yahallo/2004112/ like red mixed with greennails touching my bonesleaving scars in wordsblood falling from bottom lipunsteady warm breathsrun away from my wrathi bite my tongue, my cheekfor i might shout for a weekinstead i keep this dirt inside of medrowning in the salt from my eyesi know i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yahallo/2003064/ Words can never be taken back. They just keep torturing us forever. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yahallo/2002729/ Someone can mean everything to us. They're the colours and painters of our lives. Doesn't mean we mean the same to them... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yahallo/2002140/ Do we have to appear, act, strong and fearless? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yahallo/2001797/