Soft whispers,
loud and clear.
Not yet.
Sweet song,
hummed by you.
Don’t regret.
In my mind.
A small sound.
I look away.
No, no.
You misunderstand.
Please stay.
My mouth shut,
you listen.
Silent words.
I know.
Things change.
You are heard.
Just one thrill,
I relent.
Treasure a night.
You and me,
I whisper.
Till it’s light.
I’ll start,
you follow.
Set a pace.
A nothing room,
a something room…
empty space.
Cool Rhyming
"A nothing room/ a something room..." When I read lines like this I scream delightedly, THAT IS SOOOOOO GOOD! greatness is never the poem's fault, it is the writers. :D ~A~
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