Whispers from the heart.

Whispers from the heart.

Whispers from the heart. 

In the deepest of the night, where shadows dance with moonlight, 

My heart murmurs truths that my lips cannot bear to speak. 

Love, a raging tempest within, crashes against the shores of my soul, 

Leaving me breathless, drowning in the depths of unspoken yearning. 

How can words capture the wailing storm in my chest, 

The wild thrumming of my heart that sings only for you? 

Each beat is a symphony of longing, a chorus of ache, 

A melody of unrequited dreams that your ears cannot hear, cannot bear. 

I am a prisoner of my own silence, 

Chained by the inability to convey the depth of my love. 

Every glance, every touch, every thought is a plea, a desperate whisper, 

Yet you remain oblivious, blind to the tempest within. 

The pain is a relentless tide, washing over me in waves, 

Crashing, breaking and pulling me under, 

Until I am lost in the vast ocean of my heart’s cold tears. 

It is an ache that permeates every fiber of my being, 

A void that only your understanding can fill. 

I try to speak, I try to give voice to this inferno inside, 

But my words fall like broken glass, 

Shattered fragments that cut deep, 

Leaving me bleeding, vulnerable and exposed. 

You smile and my world is bathed in light, 

Yet you do not see the shadows that linger in my eyes. 

You laugh and my soul trembles with joy, 

But you do not hear the silent screams that echo within. 

I stand before you, my heart laid bare, 

A fragile thing, pulsating with unspeakable love. 

Yet, in your hands, it remains a mystery, 

A cryptic message that you cannot decipher. 

This love is my torment, my exquisite agony, 

A bittersweet symphony that plays on and on. 

I am consumed by the fire of my own longing, 

Burning in the flames of my unspoken desire. 

How do I make you feel the depths of my pain, 

The relentless, gnawing ache that never fades, never quiets? 

How do I convey the weight of my heart, 

When every word falls short, every attempt fails? 

In this silence, I am torn apart, 

Each moment a knife twisting in my chest. 

For you are my everything, my breath, my life, 

Yet you do not see, you do not feel, you do not understand. 

And so, I suffer in this poignant solitude, 

A love so profound, a love so deep, it defies expression. 

For what cannot be spoken must be felt with the soul, 

And in this, my love, you are cruelly deaf. 

EzroniX Poetry.