Her voice,
Voice that I can't avoid,
Her voice,
Voice that I can't assume,
It is planted,injected, inserted,
Inside,deep,my heart...
Her voice,
This voice,I wake up,
I feel like is calling,
"Morning beb,how was your night!"
"How was your dreams,did you dreamt..."
"Of me!"
"Hi hony, welkam for breakfast,"
Ooh these days I fast...
The voice,
Her voice, means nothing ,
Again in ,its means nothing,
To her to me...
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STAY WITH ME (Poetry Book One)
PoetryAs the tittle tales, Stay with me, All the pieces of the poems,are true coffession made to be true My experience in love and out of love, This my ever written poetry book, Amsure you'll enjoy the reading Updates are randomly eyoy it moatmshairi ©2018
