I can see them walking by,
holding hands but no smiles,
talking to each other in whispers
their bitterness showing for miles.
the hands were intertwined
as if they could not let go no matter what
the finger were connected by a thread
soon to be cut by their mutual distrust.
he was lying about his love,
she was lying about her trust.
he was sharing their passion,
she was hiding her disgust.
How could I know this?
Who am I to judge?
Well, I was suppose to be the fruit of their love
but died before I could even had the chance to touch.
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Whispers
PoetryI scream but all you hear is whispers -- ι wrιтe тнe world ғroм мy eyeѕ. alwayѕ wrιттen, never ѕpoĸen. --- Winner of 'The Lavender Award' Best Cover! 1st Place in "The Bubble Tea Awards" in Poetry 1st Place in 'The Golden Awards' in Poetry 2nd Place...
