"my voice sounds weird, doesn't it?"
I questioned him.
"no, it sounds majestic."
he replied, chuckling.
sometimes,
I wish that I was mute.
just think about it,
just for one moment.
you never have to worry about;
speaking the wrong thing,
people judging your voice,
holding your tongue back.
but one person stopped those thoughts of mine.
he believed that my voice was like an angel,
a soft melody for his ears.
so I promised him and myself,
that I shall forever sing for him.
YOU ARE READING
d e a d g i r l /~/ p o e m s
Poetrypoems by a girl that wishes to kill herself but refuses to because she loves writing (and a boy). ~~~ original poems. don't steal from a dead girl please. -published on 16th April 2018.
