words are often wasted
sights often go unseen
it's in front of our faces
all we've ever been
whispers go unheard
even though we are near
locked in all these places
held captive by our fear
heartbeats always beating
hoping you do care
reaching out so far
just to make sure you're there
eyes closed from light
wishing just to hear
your whispers on the wind
settling in my ear
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Love Poems: The Cycle
PoetryThere is no greater muse than love. The inspiration for this book of poetry was love and the cycle that comes: falling in love, being in love and the break. We have all fallen in love. It's magical. It fills every inch of your being and every secon...
