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A hollow heart beats twice as hard
To make up for what was lost.
The rhythmic pumps, melodious thumps.
Replaced with dull echoes,
Growing ever louder
Reminding us of what was,
To prevent the next mistake...
And rush in hope for a better one
To pound out the aches of a soul
Yearning for another,
Wishing that they will hear,
To fix the heart, and make it whole.
A hollow heart beats twice as hard,
Until someone comes to hear it, to heal it.
To make up for what was lost.
The rhythmic pumps, melodious thumps.
Replaced with dull echoes,
Growing ever louder
Reminding us of what was,
To prevent the next mistake...
And rush in hope for a better one
To pound out the aches of a soul
Yearning for another,
Wishing that they will hear,
To fix the heart, and make it whole.
A hollow heart beats twice as hard,
Until someone comes to hear it, to heal it.
Waiting For A Voice
The written word is nothing more than unspoken poetry,
An emotion waiting to be felt and given a voice.
Thoughts that are waiting to be moved uncontrollably,
To enter the mind and leave the mouth, with no choice.
As they sit in this page, they have no reason to rejoice,
No reason to push each other, for they exist stoically.
Until these concepts have flowed into the world,
Being birthed through sensation and ingenuity.
They tumble and roll, crashing into our hearts unfurled,
Sparking more excitement, sorrow, agitation, and empathy.
Give these phrases vitality, as they thrive when transferred
Made to embrace our souls, and create a
Stellar Love
Many astronomers see a star and say "you're mine"
They lose sight of "their star" quickly, as they search for something brighter
(we all know they never find it)
But, some people look up at their star and say "I'm yours"
Because even if you're not looking for it, that star finds you, and nothing could ever seem brighter.
Past Love
She holds my heart,
And plucks on it's strings.
Not to tease or hurt,
But to say the sweetest things.
I can trust her though,
It will be kept hidden away.
Far from the evils I know,
So I can always stay.
This one I chose,
To have my heart to hold,
Doesnt just have the beauty of a Rose,
But has a heart made of gold.
My little golden flower,
May not seem the type to shove,
But she will neither cower.
Because she fought only for my Love.
Slow Echo
I do not speak, for fear that no one cares
I do not speak, seeing that you are just too pretty
I do not speak, thinking someone already dislikes me
I try to speak, hoping somebody will listen
I try to speak, so I can maybe get to know that cute girl
I try to speak, realizing I found a friend
I speak now, knowing my voice will be heard
I speak now, just so I can try to make her blush
I speak now, so my friends can finally know me
© 2015 - 2024 Ray130021
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