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"I hear the voiceless whispers
See them drift by, door to door
In hopes to find the person,
They had passed by once before
The 'You're enough' mumbled too low,
Or the 'Love you' never heard
I sit here late at night,
Writing down their every word
And I follow them till' daybreak
Watch them linger by the ear,
Of those who'd never hear them,
Or see them finally disappear.
I've got folders full of love notes,
Meant for someone else's heart.
I've got prayers, I've got 'please's
Scribbled down like abstract art.
I've got 'sorry's left unspoken,
'I didn't mean a word I said'.
I've got 'I admit that I was wrong'
That barely left its thinkers head.
My whole house is filled with whispers,
Written down in blood red ink
Words someone had begged to hear,
But someone else could only think.
I walked each 'Thanks', 'I'm proud of you'
That was too scared to ever 'be'
But I never found the whispers,
That I longed were meant for me."
-Arabella Katt (xCaptainCl3mentinex)
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Wilted Roses | Original Poetry
PoetryA Poem book following dark themed word prompts. See my profile for different themed poems! Also, the word prompts are dark themed, but the poems themselves aren't necessarily dark. Some are actually quite the opposite, you might be surprised, consid...
