Crowded room
Noisy chatter
Voices screaming
to be heard,
Tightly bound
Circles of amity
Lacking a cinch in armour
Fumbling hands
Mindless scrawls on paper
Shy whispers
gone unheard, it
didn't matter
No sound reached ears
In a room
Full of noisy chatter.
YOU ARE READING
When The Heart Whispers
PoetryThe poems reflect evergreen and intense emotions while others are as light and weightless as feathers. It's like the heart whispers softly, waiting to be heard. ~Vote and Comment~ © tanxsha [Previously warped_realities]
