What is it you whisper? far passed the slow parade the minute, sections of splendour that harmonize your face they're words of another spat out by some other, finally brought to life. What is it you whisper? my name or a forgotten word? the code to lost transcriptions that solve the riddles of your world? are they songs sung far and wide, chapters of your novel that shine brighter than your eyes? What is it you whisper? so inaudible yet so clear is it everything i ever wanted, yet everything I'll ever fear? A poem in rememberance, sad in verse? penned by the warmth of your sculpted hand, displaying the years and times of hurt What is it you whisper? something new and far between, playing the games which we've become accustomed and have pleasantly torn apart at the seams secrets that halp you sleep so frightfully displayed, it's all that you can see What is it you whisper? a call to wait behind? a discovery of the tarnished truth, dug deep within the mercy of your mind you cry within a happy sense, for every routine necessity, is replaced by true loves accidents What is it you whisper? will you ever ask the same? will you ever touch my lost soul, and stutter out my name? I can whisper too, whisper both me and you, but first you have to tell me, what is it you whisper?