February 5, 2010
A whisper floated down, over this hill,
As if it was someone’s final, hushed breath;
And though it was soft, I still felt your chill,
Looking into your eyes during Love’s death,
It’s not right, but we have come to our end-
True Love is supposed to last forever-
But this time, you won’t be able to mend
my heart, shattered by your heartless whisper,
Nor my back, stabbed through with your blade of lies.
The simplicity of your words severs me;
Blowing like wind, the last of my soul dies,
Your absent love proves I’ll NEVER be free-
Like heavy fog turned into morning dew,
A dense whisper of “I never loved you…”

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Screen-name said...
Feb. 23, 2010 at 4:22 pm
"A whisper floated down, over this hill, as it was someone's final, hushed breath"
<3 I love this. Great poem
SammehGoesRawr said...
Feb. 23, 2010 at 2:46 pm
omg this was wonderful.
irenerose This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Feb. 23, 2010 at 8:37 pm
thank you!
SammehGoesRawr replied...
Mar. 2, 2010 at 8:08 am
your so welcome
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