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David P Carroll Nov 2016
If only my heart could talk
My love you would no how my heart truly feels love
You would know you’ve made my heart so happy and loved my love

If only my heart could talk my love
It would whisper i truly love you.
David P Carroll
My Heart Whispers
Violet Smithe May 2015
It was a tragedy like no other.
It was a memory that could not have been erased.
It was the choice that begged.
It was a risk I needed to take.

It was another world.
It was the one last option.
It was faith.
It was destiny.
It was life.

It was style.
It was glamour.
It was serene.
It was peace.

It was a song that sang
It was a voice that spoke
It was a mind that dreamed
It was a soul that hoped

It was a feeling like no other
It was a figure that would not disappear
It was a thought of me
It was a dream of you

It was the voice that once spoke
It was those whispers in my ears
It was the name I called
It was the thing that answered

**It was you
Yv S Oct 2016
this is the story about the river down here.
the river down here and the house, broken.
this is a story about the whispers near and
far, far into the branches and out of the *******
of songbirds, too small to understand.

your girl likes to watch her hair move
with the water, with the ripples she makes.
drag your hand to meet a reflection and
your hair will move like snakes and
she thinks you are a mermaid.

perhaps the whispers are meant for you.
they don't say anything but they say something
in nothings and empty fields. the water is still
but ever-dangerous and becoming and
ready to take you.
very interesting and somewhat haunting chats with people lead to this.
a beat
slight love breath
entrusted
to a shooting star
brilliant and persuasive
to give it
to you
and
its  faded heartbeat
being consumed
in yours
in a single
soft breath
finally completed
Cynthia Go Aug 2016
You entered my life
and I couldn’t help
but question God,
Why?

You’re slowly, gradually, fading in my life
and I still couldn’t help
but ask again God,
Why?

Why should I even have to see you?
Meet you?
Feel you?
Fall for you?

What’s the purpose of this?
I still haven’t found the answer.

God has been quite silent all this time,
watching, observing,
maybe shaking His head from time to time
in all my unwise decisions,
but nevertheless mum all this time.

And I wonder if I would ever know
or this would be one of those
things that get in the back burner of my mind
as years go by
and memories fade
and as realities turn into dreams
as vague as whispers wistfully carried by the wind
and petals being silently plucked out,
“Do you love me, or do you love me not?”
Viseract Aug 2016
Cold steel chains
Constricting pain
Burning sensations
Sanity slain

Heavy weight
Against my skin
Unforgiving
Relentless head-spin

Dry bloodstains
A malicious mark
Guilty as charged
*Repeat, restart
Julie Grenness Jul 2016
Here is a rare read,
About a whisper of love, indeed,
I see love even in every tree,
I see love in flowers like these,
As  I feed my miracles of birds, like doves,
I sense a whisper of love,
Maybe there is a God above,
To make all the whispers of love,
There is no glory in a world of dust,
We all know planting trees is a must,
I'll stand here, and feed my wild doves,
Indubitably, these are whispers of love........
A reflection of love. Feedback welcome.
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