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Love is
a whisper
in the ear
of the night.
So soft,
that you
cannot be sure...
You feel
his hand,
his lips,
his breath,
his love
but do you
hear his voice?
Commanding all
your doubts
to stop cold...
Cold, you feel cold -
why?
Just listen!
a whisper
in the ear
of the night.
So soft,
that you
cannot be sure...
You feel
his hand,
his lips,
his breath,
his love
but do you
hear his voice?
Commanding all
your doubts
to stop cold...
Cold, you feel cold -
why?
Just listen!
Literature
I never had you.
I guess it started later this year than before.
so when you looked at me, of course that would set it off.
to this day, I don't know why it happens. it's as though
i have an incurable heart ache, and after four long years of
lying to myself, I have to admit the truth. My feelings and
love never faded away. they are still so present.
laying in his arms, there is a twang of regret.
over time, everyone said it would fade. but there is a
vacancy in my heart without you, and it's killing me.
everyday is the same; I wish he was you.
you know the worst part? I know how it is now; so
one-sided and hopeless. and as I cry, you are
undoubted
Literature
Writing Therapy
With nicotine-stained lungs,
Tear-smudged cheeks
And her heart on her sleeves.
With star-like eyes,
And sin-kissed lips.
She pours her soul into meaningless scripts.
With her head buried in the clouds,
She screams her thoughts aloud.
She wastes her entire afternoons,
To write words that dance to a soundless tune.
Writing makes her feel more alive,
And is why all those painful nights,
She has survived.
Literature
Losing Me To This
Dead air kills me slowly.
I can not imagine what lies beneath the surface,
and what lies are masked by this silence,
heavy as a Southern summer night
in June, when the air is sultry,
and the wind breathes not at all.
But I won't try to unravel his riddle,
because it only makes me bleed out faster.
The beep is a prelude
to the mockery of his voicemail greeting:
"I'm not here to take your call,
leave your name and number
and I will get back to you
as soon as I can,"
but I'm bleeding,
and the tone is not a beep,
it is a bullet,
for I hear:
"I am not taking your calls,
since I know who you are -
I've gone away in searc
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