A thousand tiny hearts,
All lit dimly and floating around this room,
Their lights fade when the heart is silent.
Delicate, fragile;
Their sparkle fading;
With no words of love to feed the electricity
that should be there.
A thousand tiny hearts;
Still, and not beating,
Silent;
Just like this room.
Silent hearts,
When love doesn't speak;
Silencing the music,
The joy,
The sparkle.
Love needs words,
Joy,
Warmth,
Openness,
Freedom,
Electricity,
and light.
Love cannot survive in silent hearts;
There is no love language,
When love doesn't speak.
Silence is love's biggest killer,
Whilst words set it free.
So please;
Give your love language'
Unconditionally.
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Carol Townend
Fiction, Horror, Sex, Love, Mental Health, Children's fiction and more. You'll find many stories in my profile. I don't believe in sticking with one Niche! I write, but I also read a lot too.
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I have noticed that in the professional sphere, as far as I have noticed, that many people choose to come to work, mainly with the intention of collecting a paycheck, which I completely understand, unfortunately, we all need money to survive in this world. I also feel very strongly about the fact that if you are going to work in a profession, you should certainly treat that profession, whatever it may be, with the dignity that its purpose entails, whether you are working in the medical field, or working at a fast food restaurant, you should do you best to do the best job you can, because when it comes right down to it, we are all humans, going through the trials, and challenges that this life can bring us, by working together.
By Kaylon Forsyth5 days ago in Humans
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Beautiful inspirational 💗📣