Whispers
Whispers
Words, feelings, warmth
Blue skies after a storm
Too Tired to perform
Too uncaring to even inform
Too patient on my own
Too burdensome, secrets never shown
Reserved to myself, unknown
Whispers
The look of life as it shines
After breaking chains
Memories like washed up stains
Some moments just remain
How can u call it healing
When all you do is forgetting names
Saudade running through my veins
Blue is my nepenthe
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