I've read many books,
And seen many faces,
But everytime I'm with you,
It's like I find something new.
All of these places,
That I see from distance,
It seems like they change
In your presence.
It's like you're giving joy,
To everything around.
But what I wonder is,
Is there any left for you.
•••
I haven't posted in a while sorry about that, but this story has more than 100 views and 40 likes, it may not sound like much to some of you but every single one of them means a lot to me, so a huuuge thank you, to all of you.
Vote and comment if you're reading this *blushies* huehuehue.
-ladyxshire
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Whispers • poetry
PoetryWhisper [hwis-per, wis-per] verb (used without object) to speak with soft, hushed sounds, using the breath, lips, etc., but with no vibration of the vocal cords. ••• Whispers, they are soft sounds, that can heal a broken heart, but they can turn i...
