Sitting beside my window,
hugging tight to my pillow.
The world is quite and slow,
my tears are about to flow.
I keep asking the dark skies:
Why can't I just close my eyes?
From seeing those hurtful lies,
for being a lover of disguise.
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Whisper of Words
PoetryIf you can't hear it out loud and your voice couldn't make a sound, listen to the whisper of words. A collection of poems
