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Whispers From More Than A Friend

I've been trying to find the right words
but somehow those words won't come
trying to find the right words
instead I trip over my tongue

I keep seeing your face and hearing that sweet voice
But if only there could be another choice
to give up the gauntlet and claim defeat
with your criteria and past , I've not the right to compete

My fault
for letting you go
where no one should have been
I was not looking for a lover
yet needing more than a friend

Not worthy to hold a candle
to those you have known
it isn't mine to take
what you have unknowingly sown

Too soon,too soon
the song is nearing it's end
from who will write her love song
to more than whispers from a friend

I can no longer expect to see
more than you are unwilling to give

and I know that deep inside
is where you will always live

So now I wait in the shadows
it is where I should have been
to sleep until I am awakened
by the whispers of more than a friend

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I understand. A heartfelt message and one that should remain the secret. [So now I wait in the shadows, [It] is where I should have been] to sleep until I am awakened by the whispers of more than a friend. ~ Gee.
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thank you

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Thank you Kindly

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Hi lynn, a heartfelt and wistful poem. You've got a spello in the title...lol. I'm anxious to know the secret. All else is fine except, as I tire everybody by saying, it could be tweaked a little for better flow. Just me.
Enjoyed, Gracy

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"My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies; fairy tales of yesterday will grow but never die, I can fly, my friends.” – Freddie Mercury

In the title? I still have not gotten the hang of changing a title but please point out the error
I try so hard to watch my typing
what secret let me know

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it is full of heartfelt regret and longing. put together with your very own style and careful wording. I love it!!!

*hugs, Cat

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thank you and welcome back

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change your title, by editing the poem. Edit the poem and change just the title. Simple. You really spell [whispers] whipsers?
Ok, if you want to. You can't blame it on your carpel-tunnel-syndrome. Maybe on Dyslexia? LoL ~ Gee.
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ok hey carpal tunnel, my talons, (getting them cut) wine the bosa nova take your pick thanks I was trying to edit the bold type title now I can go back and fix the other one

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and then something goes wrong. LoL [Rom]? I'll guess the Bossa Nova this time ~ Gee.
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lol it is fixed

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