His Voice

March 16, 2009
By Takerra Mills BRONZE, Spartanburg, South Carolina
Takerra Mills BRONZE, Spartanburg, South Carolina
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When he sings, my pain and sorrow go away. I go off into another world. When he speaks in his masculine tone my heart stops. His voice is so sensual that you could feel them at the tips of your fingers to the bottom of your toes. He gets closer. Whispers in your ear, lifts your chin, grabs your hand, and makes eye contact. You get weak. His voice is music to the ears of love. Music to the craving, hungry ears of the heartbreaking souls. It describes love. It shows love. It's a voice that you want to keep forever in your heart. When you look into his eyes all you hear and remember is his voice. His voice is the writings on the wall in your heart. Silence, then listen and take it all in because you may never hear his voice again.

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on Apr. 21 2009 at 10:04 pm
lonelylife711 SILVER, Grand Rapids, Michigan
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you're poem made me want to cry (that's a good thing). i've felt the same way. will you read my poem? its called "the invisible circle", by anonymous in MI.


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