Whispers of Warning
Many times I’ve met his face,
yet shadows linger, leaving no trace.
Something off, a quiet sting,
a chord unplayed, a broken string.
I don’t know why, but my chest feels tight,
as if my soul resists the light.
A voice within, so soft, so near,
whispers truths I cannot hear.
Perhaps my gut is speaking low,
of paths ahead I shouldn’t go.
Mysteries swirl, unseen, unsaid,
in silent signs my heart is led.
If he is false, if he is wrong,
then may the winds not keep him long.
And if his heart is meant to stay,
let truth unveil and clear the way.
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