Can't you see it?
In her eyes?
The way she looks at you,
they spark at the sound of your voice.
I swear it's for you,
none of those other boys.
Can't you see it?
In his smile?
The way it grows
whenever you come near.
It's truly something special,
the blush that floods his ears.
Can't you hear it?
In the songs she sings?
The lyrics chosen with care,
they're meant for you.
Isn't so very strange the way
you feel the words stir in you, too?
Can't you hear it?
When he speaks?
That shudder in the confidence,
when he stumbles over what to stay.
He's at a loss for words,
but he doesn't want you to walk away.
I guess Love is blind,
and deaf to It's own voice.
Maybe I can guide you,
through the dark and endless echoes.
I will take off the blind fold called Fear,
and take out the earplugs named Stress.
Love is made to be seen and heard,
and by far -- Felt.
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A Compilation of My Soul
RandomThe best way to describe this is just as the title says- a compilation of my soul. These are the short stories, the poems, the scenes never completed, the lessons I have discovered in me through the years. I believed it only right to share them with...
