The silence whispers,
It speaks so silently,
Telling me my thoughts.
I miss her now,
More than ever.
My love spins my world around. It floats me down
Rivers of lonely tears.
Waiting—
—Waiting—
Waiting for the hour
In which we will next meet.
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Author:
Tristan Robert Lange (
Offline) - Published: March 10th, 2017 01:35
- Comment from author about the poem: Written circa 1997-1998.
- Category: Love
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Comments3
Good loving write.
Thank you!
silence is golden, nice write !
Thanks! Much appreciated!
Waiting is the hard part. Nicely done.
Thank you!
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