Do you know what I like?Your voice.Your voice is soothing,Like a blanket on a cold night,A glass of wine after a long day.Your voice is yearning,Like a sad song on the radio,A yarn spun to make hearts break.Your voice is guiding,Like a light in the darkness,A hand reaching out through a large crowd.
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Do you know what I fear?
Your voice.
Your voice is confusing,
Like a radio with signal issues,
Missing words forming misunderstandings.
Your voice is demanding,
Like an unreasonable patron,
requesting for things I cannot give.
Your voice is devastating,
Like a destructive tornado,
laying waste to the pathways of my heart.
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Your voice is all of these things,
Like a Pandora's Box of emotions,
Every day is a different day.
Do you know what I hope?
That your voice never goes away.
You had me at the title. Your confabulation works. The last lines tie it neatly together.
Nice and soothing poem.
Like Aimee Mann said, "Voices Carry." *
Sweet poem.
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Wow...I like!