That Pleasant Voice

 

You give adrenaline to my pen

her i go

writing again

so it's official

break out the tissues

not a whisper

nore a peep

or a whistle

i wonder what you thought

of my roar

that night i smoked on so much raw

the thing i like about you most

is your pleasant voice...

led me to my notebook

like i had no choice...

what to do what to do...

i am sorry ok...

i just...

the whole ride home...

i am like...

i never know the right thing to do or say...

exactly how to convey...

or express how i felt today...

it was dark...

but i had to wear my shades...

you know everything else fades...

looks...

hair turns grey...

it is a simple thing i learned

about the one i desire to spend

my forever with

that i want their voice to be

pleasant

and yours is just like heaven

like an angel that sings to me

at the end of one's life

don't you want to like the sound

of the one who calls your name

for the millionth time

to get out of the rain...

someone you enjoy the company of

even when they are nagging...