http://slow.writerscafe.org/lilliancharlotte The original writings of author lillian en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776086404 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 It all fell into my handsA way of life that I commandI know he looks then looks awayBut darling, I’m not perfect.A wit and charm you can’t replaceAn airbrushed smile upon my faceOh look at me, so cute and fairBut darling, I’m not perfect.A flawless body so he’ll seeThe future.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lilliancharlotte/2145767/ There’s a part of me that seeks the thrill that comes with the night.A part that searches for any chance to lick a tear from my cheek.There’s a fraction of my being that refuses to fight.An ounce of my blood that screams ‘I am too weak’.But if it were true, those thoughts so .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lilliancharlotte/2145766/ Inspiration is envy.Confidence mere vanity.Light is just maskingThat match that will burn out.They say it’s so dangerousTo stare into the blackBut you look into the skiesAnd only supernovas stare back. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lilliancharlotte/2145764/ Just seconds ago I was relishing in the depths of the night. How its hours stretched on for years and its darkness masked the light. But now it seems like a blink that carried me away.Into the void of restlessness;Alas, another day. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lilliancharlotte/2145763/ speak before you eatonce more before you sleepbut never before approaching the flamesjust as big of a featrecite it from memorytell the air your victorybut as you are speaking,who then is listening?find someone who caresdon't think too hard, they'll stare.but when you ask who's therethey'll say he's.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lilliancharlotte/2145431/ i like seeing hugs outside of coffee shopscause it reminds me that two people can be in love.there's dust on my bible, did you know?i don't wanna believe if he can't believe in me.i like seeing playful lovethe kind that makes you smile.when hands get close, they almost touchthen linger for awhile.wr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lilliancharlotte/2145430/ in her headwhat does she think?is it tales of the pastor the future's mingling?does she worry of actsthat will soon take place?the definition in her forehead?the wrinkle in her face?maybe her headis stuck in the pastthat wrinkle existsfrom a prominent taskhow to hide ithow best to concealif there's .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lilliancharlotte/2145428/ a girl beside me on the bus was writing about this topic and I thought it could be turned into something a bit more than a diary entry. 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