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Elizabeth 20h
I have always been the one who listens
The one who nods while you pour out your pains
Who nods while you complain
Who bandages you when you bleed
I don't mind when you give me your burden for a while
I just don't know how many burdens I can take
But this dark is deep:
Now I warn you with my blood,
Listen to this flesh
B Elizabeth G Nov 2017
She thought she had
gone deaf to the
sound of the
hissing flames that
guided her path, then
suddenly...



God shouted.
9.
Each one of us desires to be heard
hence forgot to hear others. But
we should be willing to listen,
cos, they too feel the same
I wasn't listening
When you spoke about love
I didn't want to know
I wasn't the one
You were thinking of

I wasn't thinking
When I fell in love with you
Sarah Sep 8
They say music is forbidden
How dare they?
Didn't they know that life has its own music for those who listen,
The wind that brushed against the trees
The raindrops washing over the fields
The beautiful waves the hugs the shore
A child's laugh, and a loved one's voice
Imagine a world filled with silent
No melodies, no sounds
Only quiet
I see it gray, not even black or white
Without music, or colors so bright
God gave us gifts, he gave so many
Like love, music, and days that are sunny
So don't shut your mind and say it's forbidden
Open your heart, and just….. Listen!
some extremist say music is forbidden, I wrote this long time ago as a response to them,
I love this one because it was maybe the second or third one I wrote, and it took me exactly half an hour to write,
RedD Sep 8
My body at rest
My mind at peace
I hear the bell
That familiar tone

You reach out from afar
My senses quicken
I reach too
Stretch out my hand

To hold you close
I listen to your voice
A tone so familiar
My heart, it melts again

Just like before

And like it always will
I will never tire of hearing your voice S ❤️
Mary Frances Sep 8
I am afraid.
Afraid that the lightning
will strike me;
that I couldn't bear to listen
to its thunder.
Afraid that no matter how hard
I try to protect myself,
I'll still end up hurting.
Janna Sep 8
Everyday I ask myself

If the hole is still open

My itchy fingers can’t help

But poke and pry

Instead of let time heal

My itchy fingers

Do more harm

Than patience and time

My itchy fingers

Keep on itching

I keep asking myself

If it’ll heal

But my itchy fingers

Won’t listen

- soulwriterj
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