I've got a lot of monologues
Stored up inside my head
Based upon those I have known
And what all they have said
My Mum's voice still reminds me that
Veggies are good for me
While my dad's voice often shouts out
When football's on TV
I hear my sibling's phrases I
Have learned throughout the years
Snippets from my classmates which
Once fell upon young ears
Some of these voices must have changed
As people often do
Still in my mind they're the sounds of
The people I once knew
So please forgive my crying as
I lay here in my bed—
I've just realized the voice of you
Inside my head is dead
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Poems to Leave Streaks of Ink
PoetryAnd I'd rage at the monsters, But that's the task of fools, Who cannot bring themselves to know, Monsters are humans' tools... I write poems like this, just usually longer...feel free to give some of them a read:)
