Spiels of a Quill

I am not a love poet. But if I were, I would tell you… About how you’d recognize love The moment she would walk in With a face you haven’t seen And a voice you haven’t heard, When between star and stardust You’d feel the pulse that echoes of you two! I am not a love poet. But if I were, I would tell you… About how love could make you Laugh when you want to cry And live when you want to die. Make you smile when you want to frown Turn your life all upside down, And you’d cherish every minute of it! I am not a love poet. But if I were, I would tell you… About how love would hold you tight While you try to sleep at night. Crawling into your troubled thoughts To fill the missing colors in your life That is nothing but black and white Like the cloudless climes and the starry skies! I am not a love poet. But if I were, I would tell you… About how love is like the light when there isn’t the sun Or like the rainbow aft...

They say words left unsaid sit inside your mind screaming. Have you felt that way? Ever wanted to share something with someone? Did you ever think of telling someone something but you never could speak aloud the thoughts in your mind? Have you wished for that one last chance to have told someone something? ************************************************************************ *********************************************** If you listened deeply to the silence in conversations You might have heard the gentle yet constant ringing. No, that pause between words is not in your head It is the silent whisper of the words you left unsaid. It is the “I love you” that was left unspoken, It is the “Sorry” that came a touch too late It is the “Goodbye” that didn’t get a chance, And all the secrets with an endless wait! The unspoken words bleed through the fingers of your hand Smothering the paper with thoughts you don’t understand You watch amazed ...