Thursday, March 20, 2014

Whispers

Sometimes in the night when all is quiet and still
I hear a whisper through the trees
Begging me to hold on
And I think that you are near

When I walk down the street
I hear a whispering song
I turn around expecting to see you
But I know in my heart you're gone

The whispers of your voice
They haunt my every dream
I ask for sweet release
Yet deep inside I scream

I miss the smile on your face
The way your eyes twinkle in the light
If whispers are all I have left
Let them continue to haunt me every night


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