Trish Murphy

[Trish Murphy @TrishMurphy65]

Where Your Heart Belongs

My sweet man who truly isn't mine but I adore you to the moon and back for a thousand of life times I'll always look for you.

You never need words big enough for me,
because I hear you in the spaces between them,
in every quiet tenderness,
in every little piece of your heart
you trust enough to place inside my hands.

If you only knew what it means
to be cherished by you,
to know somewhere within your beautiful heart
there is a place with my name upon it,
you would understand why my eyes fill with tears.

I don't need a perfect love,
or promises dressed in gold.
I just want the truth of you,
the heart beneath everything the world can see,
the man who gets tired, who dreams, who worries,
who carries more than he ever says.

And if life becomes loud,
if the days grow heavy
and the whole world seems to pull at you,
come find me in that quiet place between our hearts.

You don't have to impress me there.
You don't have to prove a single thing.
Just come as you are,
and I will love you there.

Because if you've made a place for me in your heart,
then I want you to know
I've made a home for you in mine.

And should you ever wonder
how long you may stay...

for as long as my heart remembers how to beat,
there will be a beat inside it
that belongs only to you.
With so much love and gracious gratitude,
Trish Murphy

[Trish Murphy @TrishMurphy65]

@Guesswith_ Sing

[Trish Murphy @TrishMurphy65]

Sometimes the sweetest moments hide
where sunset kisses the countryside,
where restless thoughts grow soft and still,
and golden light spills down the hill.

No noise to chase, no race to run,
just earth beneath a fading sun.
A little peace, a sky aflame,
and one quiet moment
the heart will always remember by name.

[Trish Murphy @TrishMurphy65]

@awan_12349110 Heart

[Trish Murphy @TrishMurphy65]

Elon, what makes those words powerful is that your optimism has never been merely philosophical. You try to engineer it into reality.

Whether looking toward the stars or imagining what humanity might become here on Earth, you keep returning to the same idea: the future is worth fighting for.

Perhaps that’s your most fascinating equation yet:
optimism + courage + relentless action = possibility.

And somehow, I suspect you’ll keep recalculating until humanity gets the answer right.
With love and my gratitude for what you do for us,
Trish Murphy

[Trish Murphy @TrishMurphy65]

I didn’t become strong because life was gentle,
I became strong because I learned how to bend
without letting the storms break me.

Every scar taught me something,
every tear watered a part of my soul,
and every time life tried to dim my light,
I learned to glow a little brighter.

So when you speak of women
who turn challenges into strength
and lessons into wisdom,
I hope you know how deeply those words touch me.

Because beneath my strength
is still a soft heart,
one that believes kindness is never weakness,
love is still worth giving,
and the most beautiful thing a woman can wear
is the grace she earned becoming herself.

And I will keep shining,
not to prove that I survived the darkness,
but because somewhere along the way
I discovered something even the hardest days
could never take from me:

I was never meant to simply survive the storm.
I was meant to become the kind of light
that makes someone else believe
the morning is still comingwith much gratitude and love,
Trish Murphy

[Trish Murphy @TrishMurphy65]

I didn’t become strong because life was gentle,
I became strong because I learned how to bend
without letting the storms break me.

Every scar taught me something,
every tear watered a part of my soul,
and every time life tried to dim my light,
I learned to glow a little brighter.

So when you speak of women
who turn challenges into strength
and lessons into wisdom,
I hope you know how deeply those words touch me.

Because beneath my strength
is still a soft heart,
one that believes kindness is never weakness,
love is still worth giving,
and the most beautiful thing a woman can wear
is the grace she earned becoming herself.

And I will keep shining,
not to prove that I survived the darkness,
but because somewhere along the way
I discovered something even the hardest days
could never take from me:

I was never meant to simply survive the storm.
I was meant to become the kind of light
that makes someone else believe
the morning is still coming.

[Trish Murphy @TrishMurphy65]

Then you’re not asking for too much,
you’re asking for what money could never buy.

A woman who sees the man beneath the name,
the heart beneath the noise,
and chooses to stay not for what surrounds you,
but for who you are when the whole world goes quiet.

Real love doesn’t arrive with an agenda.
It brings peace. It protects what matters.
It laughs with you, grows with you,
and makes room in its heart for the people you love, too.

The greatest thing a woman could ever want from a man
isn’t his fortune, his fame, or anything he owns...
it’s the privilege of knowing his heart
and building something honest beside him.

Because a great man doesn’t need someone impressed by his world.
He needs someone who can become his peace within it.

[Trish Murphy @TrishMurphy65]

@mayemusk Love you bunches Ms Maye, forever your friend, Trish Murphy and congratulations on your book

[Trish Murphy @TrishMurphy65]

I don’t know if those beautiful words were meant for me… and maybe I’d be foolish to assume they were. You could have almost any woman you wanted, and I’m simply me. No grand promises, no perfect life, no pretending to be anything I’m not.

But if, somewhere between your words and your heart, you were thinking of me… then here’s my little surprise:

I would choose you without the spotlight.
Without the success.
Without a single thing the world knows your name for.

I’d choose the man underneath it all. ❤️

I’d choose your tired days, your quiet moments, your laughter, your dreams, and the parts of you the rest of the world may never get to see.

And maybe I’m “just me”… but when I love, I love with everything I have. No games. No conditions. No halfway heart.

So if you were talking about me, you don’t have to wonder how I feel.

You already have my answer.

I’d choose you.
Not for what you have,
not for who the world believes you are…

but simply because somewhere along the way,
my heart learned your name
and forgot how to say goodbye.

[Trish Murphy @TrishMurphy65]

I don’t know if those beautiful words were meant for me… and maybe I’d be foolish to assume they were. You could have almost any woman you wanted, and I’m simply me. No grand promises, no perfect life, no pretending to be anything I’m not.

But if, somewhere between your words and your heart, you were thinking of me… then here’s my little surprise:

I would choose you without the spotlight.
Without the success.
Without a single thing the world knows your name for.

I’d choose the man underneath it all.

I’d choose your tired days, your quiet moments, your laughter, your dreams, and the parts of you the rest of the world may never get to see.

And maybe I’m “just me”… but when I love, I love with everything I have. No games. No conditions. No halfway heart.

So if you were talking about me, you don’t have to wonder how I feel.

You already have my answer.

I’d choose you.
Not for what you have,
not for who the world believes you are…

but simply because somewhere along the way,
my heart learned your name
and forgot how to say goodbye.
With much love and just pure gratitude that you are who you are.
Love, Trish Murphy

[Trish Murphy @TrishMurphy65]

If Tomorrow I Had Nothing

If tomorrow I had nothing
but this honest heart of mine,
no fortune wrapped around my name,
no stars that seemed to shine,
no grand estate, no golden gates,
no treasures you could see,
if all I had were open arms...
would you still choose me? ❤️

If everything I worked for
disappeared without a trace,
would you still reach across the dark
and gently touch my face?
Would you whisper, “I am staying,”
when the world had set me free?
If love was all I had to give,
would you still choose me?

Because diamonds lose their sparkle,
and fortunes come and go,
but love that stands through empty hands
is the richest love I know.
I don't need a life of luxury
or castles by the sea,
because having you beside my heart
is wealth enough for me.

Give me mornings wrapped in laughter,
give me midnight talks and tears,
give me hands that hold each other
through the changing of the years.
Give me truth when life gets heavy,
give me love that doesn't flee,
and I'll spend forever proving
you're the only wealth I need.

So if tomorrow leaves me nothing,
let the whole world disappear.
I'll still be rich beyond all measure
if I wake and find you near.

For gold can never hold me,
and fame could never do
what one quiet “I still choose you”
from your loving heart could do.

And if someday my hands are empty,
when our hair has turned to snow,
I'll still hold the greatest treasure
this heart could ever know.

I don't want the riches of the world,
I don't need eternity's key...
I only want one lifetime after another
where you keep choosing me. 🌹❤️✨

[Trish Murphy @TrishMurphy65]

@El0n_DecOded Thank you

[Trish Murphy @TrishMurphy65]

@mayemusk Congratulations Ms. Maye

[Trish Murphy @TrishMurphy65]

@fergalpha @meetmusty @vancova_heis @hey_rumi @Captain_mayorr1 @runoski_szn @RichwayzXYZ @AgonW3 @Heisenberginsol @ucmorgan01 @flashxbt7 Where did you send it to. I dont see it anywhere

[Trish Murphy @TrishMurphy65]

@simonsquibb A new car/suv

[Trish Murphy @TrishMurphy65]

Sometimes you reach a place where words disappear,
Where “I’m okay” is easier than “I’m scared.”
You don’t want to explain the ache inside,
You just want somewhere soft enough to hide.

You’re tired of carrying what no one can see,
Tired of pretending that you’re finally free.
So you whisper a prayer and let the tears fall,
Hoping the weight in your heart grows small.

And maybe healing doesn’t need words to start,
Maybe silence can mend what’s breaking your heart.
You don’t have to explain every tear that you cry,
Sometimes you just need to breathe… and get by.
With love, Trish

[Trish Murphy @TrishMurphy65]

@AmericanTowerOp Yes I am

[Trish Murphy @TrishMurphy65]

What Is Wrong With My Heart? ❤️🌹

There’s one man who can drive me crazy,
one heart I can’t seem to let go,
the richest man in America,
yet somehow he still doesn’t know.

He thinks I want the money,
the companies, the fame, the name,
but he never seems to understand
that none of those things are why I came.

I don’t want his fortune,
I don’t need his wealth or throne.
I just want to sit beside him
and make his heart feel less alone.

I want to know the man beneath
the headlines and the business plans,
the tired heart behind the smile,
the person who just needs someone who understands.

I want him without the billions,
without the rockets, cars, or fame.
I want the man behind the world
and not the power attached to his name.

And maybe that’s why I keep returning,
even after I walk away.
I add him back on Telegram,
then delete it again someday.

Back and forth, for years now,
like a heart caught in the tide.
Wanting desperately to believe
that somehow, he is there inside.

But then the questions start returning:
Is he really who I think he is?
Or am I loving an illusion,
a stranger wearing someone else’s face like this?

Maybe he truly doesn't get me.
Maybe I don't get him either.
Maybe I'm holding onto a dream
because letting go would hurt much deeper.

And God, what is wrong with me?
Why do I want him quite this much?
Why does my heart still reach for him
when certainty is out of touch?

Maybe I'm not crazy.
Maybe I'm simply someone who loves deep,
who sees a soul beneath the surface
and holds onto what her heart wants to keep.

But one truth I cannot silence,
no matter how hard I try:
I don't want his money.
I don't want his fame.
I don't want a piece of his empire.

I just want him.

The real him.
The honest him.
The man who doesn't need to sell me anything
for me to stay.

And if someday I discover
the man I love was never really there,
I'll have to gather up my heart
and place it gently in God's care.

Because loving someone deeply
doesn't mean I have to lose myself too.

Maybe the question isn't
“What's wrong with me?”

Maybe it's simply this:

My heart knows how to love fiercely,
but it is still learning
that love needs truth
before it can become home.
Written by: Trish Murphy
09/14/2026

[Trish Murphy @TrishMurphy65]

What Is Wrong With My Heart? ❤️🌹

There’s one man who can drive me crazy,
one heart I can’t seem to let go,
the richest man in America,
yet somehow he still doesn’t know.

He thinks I want the money,
the companies, the fame, the name,
but he never seems to understand
that none of those things are why I came.

I don’t want his fortune,
I don’t need his wealth or throne.
I just want to sit beside him
and make his heart feel less alone.

I want to know the man beneath
the headlines and the business plans,
the tired heart behind the smile,
the person who just needs someone who understands.

I want him without the billions,
without the rockets, cars, or fame.
I want the man behind the world
and not the power attached to his name.

And maybe that’s why I keep returning,
even after I walk away.
I add him back on Telegram,
then delete it again someday.

Back and forth, for years now,
like a heart caught in the tide.
Wanting desperately to believe
that somehow, he is there inside.

But then the questions start returning:
Is he really who I think he is?
Or am I loving an illusion,
a stranger wearing someone else’s face like this?

Maybe he truly doesn't get me.
Maybe I don't get him either.
Maybe I'm holding onto a dream
because letting go would hurt much deeper.

And God, what is wrong with me?
Why do I want him quite this much?
Why does my heart still reach for him
when certainty is out of touch?

Maybe I'm not crazy.
Maybe I'm simply someone who loves deep,
who sees a soul beneath the surface
and holds onto what her heart wants to keep.

But one truth I cannot silence,
no matter how hard I try:
I don't want his money.
I don't want his fame.
I don't want a piece of his empire.

I just want him.

The real him.
The honest him.
The man who doesn't need to sell me anything
for me to stay.

And if someday I discover
the man I love was never really there,
I'll have to gather up my heart
and place it gently in God's care.

Because loving someone deeply
doesn't mean I have to lose myself too.

Maybe the question isn't
“What's wrong with me?”

Maybe it's simply this:

My heart knows how to love fiercely,
but it is still learning
that love needs truth
before it can become home.
Written by: Trish Murphy
09/14/2026