"Without love, without love..."
Someone whispered.
On a bench, next to the old chestnut tree, was sitting a girl.
Looks of passers-by were stopping at this girl
trying to read her sad eyes.
"Without love, without love..."
A girl's look was sunk to the strange lands,
her heart in new scars.
But she still minted a hope that there really is a cure,
that her heart will be healed.
And she was right.
Just she never knew that the cure lies in one word,
in one look covered with the color of mystery.
"Without love?"
He laughed.
The girl was confused by that smile.
He spoke a couple of another words.
She only looked at him.
The story continued on its own:
two hands tied by a chain which is called love,
two hearts as one,
countless days and nights skipping the borders.
All nights, except one, it didn't want.
It threw its nigritude in the way of true happiness.
On the phone of the girl arrived message:
"The old chestnut tree is hiding a secret.
I love you! "
Girl scattered a smile.
It was the same date when they first met.
She rushed to the park immediately.
Darkness of that night.
A scream rushing through the whole park.
Morning bringing the same whispers:
"Without love, without love."
That night the girl had found her boyfriend on the bench,
with a bullet in the heart,
Dawn found the girl's whispers
who tried to revive her lover with her tears,
Morning has found a half of heart that couldn't live without the other half of it,
and the old chestnut tree has found strength of true love
written by the blood!
One bullet killed two hearts.
Passers-by kept stopping their looks on the old bench
on which no one dared to sit down anymore.
Just sometimes there you could hear branches of an old chestnut tree whispering:
"Without love, without love..."
YOU ARE READING
Whispers of the windy heart
PoesieThese are poems of the world I knocked on when I felt lost. The captain in my chest always whispered to me words which I wrote down here. Feel free to knock on this world too and enjoy the kilometers of my dreams and feelings :)
