http://slow.writerscafe.org/Smarazzo The original writings of author Stephanie en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1779879975 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 You're like a dream A needle sewing me back at the seam The stream of tears backed up by a damBecause damn Your essenceMy soul caresses Making me forget the fear. My tired soul at rest Saying all the right words To purge the doubts my Instincts inhere Is this real Or al.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Smarazzo/2029522/ You can't make me love you I will resistI will fight You have no right Convincing me you'll stayWith my emotions you'll play When I start to fall .. Your love will sway It will always end this wayYour fear meeting mine, destroying peace of mind each day I will die you'll co.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Smarazzo/2029517/ Imma wait For the one that catches my eye And holds it long enough before my mind reminds me, I'm just a little shy For the one that's not afraid of being afraid but dares to be bold anyways Who's action speaks louder than the words telling me all the things trying to get me to sway Imm.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Smarazzo/2029428/ I forgot ... When you were born I couldn't remember the black hole, decayed The void The cave where my emotions laid Desolate and afraidI couldn't remember all those empty things I once craved The way my world you rockedWith your free spirit unlocked So much attention you requir.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Smarazzo/2028992/ I’m sending out all my f*****g vibes, subtle hints and jokes that disguise how bad I want for us to jive, cuz If I come out and say it I’m scared it could be the end of this thing we have or don’t have... it’s something, just enough to not make me feel like I’m not fu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Smarazzo/2028936/ Enticing me with your words  So fluent in tongue  The web pursuantly being spun  alive with every tantric verse  As if you've had time to rehearse The depths of my souls empty purse  Words so intricate cleansing my spirit like burning sage So p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Smarazzo/2028799/ When I wake before my head begins to liftbefore my body, still limp, begins to shiftbefore I dressbefore I get to decide I pick up my wounds, all that's stirring insideI click in to every memory that has restricted my strideevery scar that manages to divide my soul from my flesh .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Smarazzo/2028681/