In the quiet dusk, where whispers play,
I shape my thoughts in a subtle way.
Each line a tale left unsaid,
In hearts of youth, where dreams are spread.
Beneath the stars, my hopes take flight,
Painting pictures of the velvet night.
A vast canvas where feelings sway,
In gentle tones, they softly play.
In shadows cast by the moon\'s soft beam,
I jot my verses, like a dream.
But in the hush, they quietly nest,
Unspoken feelings, in my chest.
Through the maze of teenage fears,
I seek the strength to make them clear.
Yet, in the dance of doubt and need,
My words falter, lost in the deed.
Oh, if only you could hear the tune,
Of love that waits beneath the moon.
In gentle whispers, it longs to fly,
To break the silence, reach the sky.
But for now, it stays within my heart,
A silent song, awaiting its start.
In the stillness of the night, it softly sings,
Heart\'s silent symphony, with hopeful wings.
~Cloie