Heartfelt Poems Novels & Stories

Wearing his clothes, he took out a piece of paper from the book, but his movements halted, seeing the page filled with ink, his heart skipped a beat reading the poem, Like the moon you are flawed, then why you are the only source of light in the darkness. Like the moon, you are far, then why do you go with me everywhere making me feel a little less lonely? Like the moon, I am scared we will never be together that there are no forever. Like the moon, I adore you from afar,Always. Like the moon, you bring tides of emotions, flooding me in saving me from the numbness, this world can offer. Like the moon, you are not of this world, For you, are my moon in the heart that beats for you,

And most of all, we learn that real love, whether romantic, platonic, or self-given, asks us to show up honestly, love bravely, and choose ourselves without apology. Let this be a reminder: Even broken hearts can whisper. And even whispered hearts can love again. Summary: In a world where love is often loud and fleeting, The Whispers of Heart tells the quiet, deeply personal stories of four souls daring to love bravely. Davina, a thoughtful introvert, rediscovers passion with a man who sees beyond her silence. Emmy, vibrant yet guarded, opens herself to joy and heartbreak but learns to choose herself. Sofia, wounded by betrayal, finds healing in an intense connection that vanishes with the m

Ava advised while I just listened and nodded. “And I’m not saying this from a place of hate. I know you think I hate him, but I only do when he maltreats my friend. Otherwise, I’m good. I’m saying it again, Ruby. Guard your heart and be wise. No man is worth losing yourself over…”

However, she felt furious about receiving my heart. 'If I knew it was her heart, I would've hidden it from Joseph no matter what. Now that he knows the heart came from that tramp, he'll definitely feel deep guilt for her. Damn it! Even in death, she can't die far away. She still has to make me feel disgusted!' she thought angrily. Yvette had an idea. Suddenly, she burst into tears. "How could you be so foolish, Wendy?! I would rather die than accept this heart if I had known you died for me!" she exclaimed.

Sunny's POV Parker and I were sharing the same bed but seem like a wall has been built between us. I could feel the awkwardness in the air. Honestly, I am not used to this. This is the first time that someone had confessed his feelings to me. I'm shocked as hell. Even my heart kept on beating so loud and I'm afraid Parker would hear it. He occupied the space beside the wall and I took the side within the edge of the bed. I knew that both of us are still wide awake. I am blaming my heart for this. It kept on beating an exaggerated way. Should I be afraid of having a heart attack? I guess so.

I didn't have a salary, talkless of money, to buy a heart. My head…my head's spinning, I can't breathe, I need

My feet felt nailed to the floor. In the end, I ran. I hated myself for it. I was too much of a coward even to confront them. I wandered the streets alone. Everywhere around me, people walked in pairs or groups. Couples held hands. Families laughed together. Friends huddled beneath umbrellas. Everyone seemed to belong somewhere. I did not. The sky darkened overhead. Then the rain came without warning. Heavy drops pounded against my skin, sharp enough to hurt. I curled up on a street corner, letting the rain soak me through while my tears blurred the world into streaks of light and shadow.

The chorus of chirping crickets filled the night air, their relentless symphony punctuated by the occasional croak of a frog from a nearby pond. With each step I took, the sound of my own footsteps echoed in the silence, amplifying the unease that had settled deep within me. The rhythmic thud of my shoes against the worn-out road seemed to synchronize with the rapid hammering of my heart against my chest, creating a disconcerting symphony of fear and anxiety. "Wow, even my footsteps are sounding like I am in a conjuring movie," I muttered, a tremor in my voice. "Damn you, Annabelle."

[May Helen always be happy and carefree, year after year. [May Helen's life be full of joy and free from sorrow.] [May Helen always be healthy, with only good people in her life.] [To my beloved Helen, may you always have peace and happiness.] ... All of them. Ninety-nine wishing bottles. Ninety-nine slips of paper. And every single one carried her name. Not even one was about Yara. Her eyes burned. In the end, she left the bottles scattered on the ground and walked down the mountain.

Fulmer truly loved you. Simon heard every word Eason said. Every word cut into Simon like a thousand tiny needles, leaving him breathless from the pain. Thinking back to the strange things Clover had said, Simon suddenly burst into uncontrollable laughter. So it turned out that his wife had once loved him so deeply. To protect his dignity and future, to spare him from pain, she had even borne the title of being infertile. Simon thought he deserved to die. How could he have pushed away a woman who had loved him so much?