Speechless Lyrics Novels & Stories

“Johnny, I realize the only person I’ve ever loved is you. We’ll remarry! I can’t live without you.” “Sophia, don’t you hear how ridiculous that sounds?” I mocked her. “Love? You think you’re qualified to talk about love? Look at what you did to my mother and to me. “Now, you come crawling back. Have you no shame?” Looking at the disheveled woman before me, I almost found it hilarious. I could not even remember why I had ever fallen for someone like her. While I was momentarily distracted, she suddenly lunged forward and wrapped her arms tightly around me.

"What if you said no? I didn't wanna look like an idiot." His heart was thumping loud enough to hear. I slipped my hand into his. We looked at ourselves in the mirror, and I whispered, "Thank you." He glanced at me, surprised. Then flashed that easy smile. "You're welcome."

Instead, strong, familiar arms wrap around me, lifting me entirely off the ground. “I'm so sorry,” I whisper brokenly, right before the entire world goes completely dark.

“One moment he doesn’t drink and the next, he’s dancing away in the middle of the most popular club in Phoenix. I have to admit, I am a great influence on people.” I pretended to be busy on my phone, scrolling through the same message repeatedly. I'd typed it earlier today, after Marcus stormed out of the funeral. It was a short apology for speaking that way to him. I didn't mean any of those things. I was sad, and he was just there, in all his sweetness. And I knew I didn’t deserve that. But I was yet to hit the send button. For some reason, I didn’t think it was what either of us needed. Joshua nudged me again. “What is wrong with you, bro?”

However. [“I am pathetic and I’m nothing special.”] Geoffrey stopped and looked at the speaker hanging around the light post. Just right, a song which suits perfectly for him is playing. And he couldn’t ignore every lyric. He stared at the speaker with a throbbing heart as the song continues. [“It’s sad, but who am I to say anything? Liking someone who shines If there is a standard I don’t understand, but I have nothing to say. Because I am a quiet person with glasses”]

The song concluded with words that were delivered almost as a personal confession rather than a part of the song, their impact heightened by the absence of a melody: "I love you, and I miss you. I love you, and you are the sight and light to my eyes. Even when you’re torturing me with your absence, I still love you to death" These words, hit me hard. Her voice was raw with emotion, every syllable heavy with longing and pain. Her love for this person was so profound that even their absence, while torturous, could not diminish it. I was moved to tears, her pain mirrored in my own heart as I recognized the depth of her feelings. It was clear that she was singing not just to herself, but directl

My voice cracks up, tears dripping from my eyes I tried to talk but the words could not come out, both of them looks at me to speak up "I… was… " My voice cracks again It is too hard for me to say as I lost my voice within "I… was… mol.. " The words become so hard for me to say, I could only shed tears "if only they could listen to my bleeding heart" My thought Then the doctor stands up from the chair, moves close to me "Try and calm your nerves, we are here for you" He let out, giving me his word Their eyes look at me again to speak

“Lol, I know you have a story worth hearing, but I’d say you should crack that drink open first, then I can listen.” The biker's voice was low and smooth, but I could sense the underlying arrogance and entitlement. I raised an eyebrow, intrigued despite myself. “I’m not sure I’m interested in sharing a story with you,” I said, my voice neutral. “As I said earlier, I’ve had enough drinks and I would love to be on my way home.”

He kept thinking about how Julia's eyes sparkled when she listened to him sing, her red nose after he had made her cry, and her standing on her tiptoes last year on this exact day, clumsily but seriously tying his scarf for him. When it was time for the carefully prepared love song, Clive stood under the spotlight, staring at the empty seat. He couldn't sing a single word. The music kept playing awkwardly, and a subtle restlessness spread through the crowd. He locked his gaze on that patch of nothingness, as if he could drag the person who should've been there out of thin air. "I…can't sing this song tonight." He spoke into the microphone, his voice hoarse. It was the first thing he had said

As the music continued to play loudly, we drew up to the property where we believed we would stay for the next seven days. While Kerry was looking up the location, a loud boom on the automobile startled us and caused us to jump. When I turned around, I saw a man who was upset, and at that moment, our song "kiss me more" unveiled some of its greatest lyrics, which went as follows: "We could kiss and simply cut the crap." If that's the case, then I could be onto something. I'm not going to give you one in public; instead, I'm going to give you hundreds, so just screw it. I had no idea how offensive the words were until this very second, and while I fumbled about with the controls, I completely