No sound to break the silence.
No whisper leaves my mouth.
No words fall from my lips.
There is no more to say, to you.
When all there is, is feelings.
It's all about the act.
Love goes trough the heart.
And the heart beats by the brain.
But now the brain can't form words.
All it does, is send pulses to the heart.
So the heart beats, with love.
But the love can't be expressed without words formed by the brain.
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My weird poems
PoetryThese are some poems i wrote. They are not very good but you can give it a try! Most of them might be a little sad... They might not be very good, but they written because i wanted to write them to put my old feelings down. This is old but i'm...
