I love your voice.
It sounds like music to my ears,
it warms my heart almost every time I hear it.
The only exception is your screams,
your cries,
your pleas.
Because for every time I hear you say my name gently,
tender, sweet, and pure,
I have heard you scream it
in pain, agony, and fear.
I'm sorry I worried you so.
YOU ARE READING
Poems & Short Stories
Short StoryA collections of poems, short stories, and whatever else may fall under those grounds.
