http://slow.writerscafe.org/kaileigh922 The original writings of author kaileigh922 en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776043639 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Moon to youStuck in orbitAround your beautyUnappreciated by empty space                                   &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaileigh922/799514/ You ring all of thetears out of the shreds of mangled clothThe memory isunsettling, exposed whenever you try to move on, and your hands are torn up,callouses will form, you sweep your palms across the cement, hot from theafternoon so intent on making happiness just a word, foreign to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaileigh922/791101/ Soon, the day will run awayWithout telling you it’s neverComing back Never to return to moments we’d fight tokeepOnly can look back and see them slippingthroughTightening palms Daisies soon wiltYouth hastily spent on wanting to beso.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaileigh922/791085/ Tellme you want this to endConvinceyourself there’s not enough timeForyou to spend wishing this was moreBuildingup towers, stone by faulty stone, only to watch them fall,Crumbleinto nothingButa pile of dust, with Defeat’s sad symphony serenading you.&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaileigh922/789904/ We followThe shards of shattered windows scattered along the cold, black paved road aheadOf what is behind us, but too deep within our naivetyto pull out and noticeThat what we follow are forgotten lectures, steamevaporating from the cooling, cooling teaNeverTo B.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaileigh922/789903/ What would the world be without time? If there were no goodbyes, no prolonged ending toevery good moment we’ve spent together, nothing to cry about, nothing to dread,no pain…If I could have kept you just one more day, wouldanything be different?  You’d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaileigh922/787554/ It’s what fills the cracks of emptiness when you’re goneThe dawn of fog that licks the icy roads in the morningIt’s everything all at once, pressing, pushing, shoving youinto the spotlightAnd you stand there, under it all, smiling…because you know thatthe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaileigh922/786320/ Compliments like shellsStretched out across the shoreline wherethe tide swallows sandcastlesAnd the unsuspecting toes of thebuildersThe shells lock their kisses with thesandFoam tickles their backs, willing themto let goLet themselves be carried into the vastunknown.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaileigh922/782877/