Your voice is a drug,
one that has me hooked.
I'm going through withdrawal,
you're making my hands shake and my head spin.
It's alright to relapse,
you said.
So I ask of you a favour;
I ask of you to get in contact with me,
to let me hear your beautiful voice.
Your voice echoes in my ears,
like a church bell in a quiet town.
I ask of you to let me hear you,
not just hear the memory of your voice.
Sweetheart,
I need my drugs.
- v.m
YOU ARE READING
happiness + sadness.
PoetryWe write to write to escape what it is that is hidden in the deepest crevasses of our minds, to escape from the reality that brings us down, to forget that the world is sometimes terribly cruel. We write to get the words out of our heads that we ha...
