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Words that slid from the mouth are more powerful than words knitted in the mind.
Say it ...

close your eyes ...
listen to your heart ...
hear it's melody ...
and say what it says ...
say it as it's play ...
yes sweetheart ...
my sweet angel ...
for my this wonderful night ...
say with shy ...
what's going there ...
what you feel ...
there into your heart ...
it's the melody ...
that never give a false note ...
it's the reality of your heart ...
so sweetheart  ...
say it ...
and give me now ...
more letter and words ...
to make me weave  ...
and create verse ...
especial poems ...
from your sweet talks ...
and only for you ...

yes sweet angel mine ...
close your mind ...
and just listen ...
only to your heart ...
and let me know ...
what it says for you ...
what it's feels ...
about me ...

say it ...
and let me go crazy ...
with my words ....
just to tell you ...
how much i got madly ...
madly about you ...
and how i'm feeling now ...
feel with nothing ...
with no one ...
only you ...
whom i'm flying with now ...

Oh my all craziness ...
you are ...

so please sweetheart ...
listen to your heart ...
and say as it's beats ...
say i love you ...

hazem al ...
?
what
am
i
supposed
to
say

when
nothing
is
what
it
seems
Josiah Bates Oct 11
I do not approve of what they do,
Yet I love them         just the same.

I cannot accept what they think and say,
But I accept them          for who they are.

They hurt the people that I love the most,
And I hurt                to forgive them again

If they were you, they'd be easier to love.
Yet I am the source                of the blame.
Irene J Oct 10
just for once,
can you look at me,
and tell me if I really there?

All you can say is,
"You are here."
But I never there.
In your heart.
How can I make him notice me?
I could put in the words what I do,
It becomes so irrelevant to
what I say despite for it not be
It just deeply affected me.
I do what needs to be done
It needs not be said so seldom.
In the dark of the night,
From left to the right
Don't cut, no bite
I have to say to be in the fight
To be few and fortunate.
With the crimes increasing,
And people turning cold,
You need more to live by
Give more and try
To make this earth a nice place
All across
.
. . . Better . . .
Is it something real?
Because I don't feel it
It's a word repeated so many times in a row that it has lost its meaning
. . .
Tatiana Sep 26
There's an old, abandoned house
not far from where I stay
its windows are all broken
brittle wood blocks the doorway
and it's green with ivy that crawls up its face
as it looks at all the other homes
that have windows lit with warm hues
and boast gardens tamed and beautiful.
I guess at what the old house says:

"I once held love within my walls
now it only echoes in my halls."

There's an old, abandoned house
not far from where I stay
and I see in its windows
it has so much to say.
How it became broken,
how its life faded away.
With a heavy sigh, the door falls off its hinges
like a mouth preparing to speak.
Would you like to know what the house told me?

Nothing.
©Tatiana
Nylee Sep 24
The more we know, the less we say
All the words spoken have consequences
The more is told in silences
The words omitted but heard clearly
What we listen, the crafted words
They deceive the ears that surrounds
Every other agenda works on
What favours whose manipulation
The smile contains no smile
The efforts put to take another mile
Snooping and buttering on sides
Friends and foe, no one decides
Act so nice, what is inside
Dress so good, please all eyes
Help when it is noticed
Out of sight then vanished
Deceptive tricks up the sleeve
It matters not whom we believe
All playing game with roll of dice
Keeping friends close, enemies closer
clever Sep 23
how can i reach for the stars
when you’re the only thing that lights up my life
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