Vocal cords
The sound of your voice seeps into my ears like a stain.
low bass. vibrates. as your words trickle across your tongue and spill out your mouth as i
catch them.. drop.. by drop. Your words are so sweet like honey, but sour like spoiled milk
.... i seem to love it. I pop them like pills..... i listen silent.. you think im not there. maybe im
sleepy, tired.. but in reality words flood up my mind.. i just drain them in private
My floor is damp with many thoughts, dreams, hopes, wishes.... But soacked in fears, worries
... these demons seem to follow me everywhere. becoming my bestfriends.... but when you
come into site they flee.....
WHY??.. dont ask me.
this one was inspired by my first love. and i just once and awhile would just sit back and listen to him talk. haha i just loved the sound of his voice. when we were on the phone he would be like "uhhh lorin are you still there??" haha well yes.... i was
