TaJuan is an aspiring writer hoping to gain experience and growth through publishing passionate works, like this one, online for the world.
Whisper to me beautiful memories
of your past, how life pulled the rug
from beneath you and
left you falling for years. Recall the past mistakes
and why you learned to not trust love.
Remember that sadness from before, and
though you say you forget, you know,
you can’t. It’s okay, my love, my mirror,
let’s fail to forget together.
Whisper to me beautiful promises
that I’m not a result of boredom, Promise me
that I am more than a piece of gum that
has been chewed past flavor, ready to be
discarded at any time and easily replaced. Promise me
that you trust the feelings in your soul
that I feel when our lips caress. Promise me
that I am different from what I was in the
past, that I won’t self-destruct,
killing myself softly, leaving you harmless. Promise me
that if I do, you’d resurrect me and hold me
Whisper to me beautiful eulogies
for our dying youth, as
adulthood and responsibilities creep their stressful heads
closer and closer while our eyes become
redder and redder because
we know if we blink
years will pass, and each
microsecond without each other is
worse than hell.
Whisper to me beautiful destinations
as we travel around, like
a stranded autumn leaf dancing
at the whim of the wind, from
city to city,
searching for a home, for the
three of us.
Whisper to me beautiful tragedies,
as the rain pours apathetically
on our beach day because
our luck evaporated when we cursed out
God. But, He deserved it, for He
took our child away.
Whisper to me beautiful notes
with your voice of gold. Harmonize
in a way that ensures me we are on
the right path and
the way you look at me hasn’t changed.
Serenade me with words of bliss,
that you’re happy and life is perfect because
mistakes died with
our youth. Massage my ears with ideas
that will calm my worrying mind, ideas that will make
me forget you said another man’s name in bed.
Whisper to me beautiful lies
and tell me that
time is imaginary, the credits
never roll, and we will live
Lie and tell me that
I’m everything that you’ve ever
dreamed, so forever isn’t long enough.
Sin to me
and tell me that
love triumphs above all, and together,
we can overcome everything. Get ugly
and tell me that you will
always love me always and always and
forever and always for infinite.
Whisper to me beautiful nothings,
just so I can hear your voice
one last time.