Hold me close
old friend.
For I want our
hearts to touch.
I long for your
warmth and
I love your
odd ways.
Whisper into my ears
and say words
you'd never dared
to say before
trust me
like I do you
Say you love me...
and please mean it.
a sister in Spirit...
yes...
but I love you
as more.
Author notes
A personal for someone who will probably never know it.
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Raw and subtle -- this reads as if it is a sad afterthought. The longing essence draws out, and just as I neared the end I thought there would be a nice finish, but the yearning lingers even after the words have been written. I like that quality about this piece. Unlike a novel which must have an end, poetry doesn't have to as seen here. It keeps the reader in suspense, vaguely wondering at the back of the mind if there ever will be.
I personally like how softly you wrote this, like a whisper. It made it natural and undaunted.
Brit
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This speaks softly for it is a secret from the quietest chamber of my heart. It has no end, for not only is the reader in suspense but I am. I wait on how this story will close for it will eventually, either with faded love, or a happier fate.
Yours is the intuitive type of feedback I long for. Much thanks. -
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It shows kindly in the poem. It's always a pleasure to read lovely poetry. I hope it is a happier ending for you.
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