• lonewalker 36w

    A voice

    Whose voice is this, I don't know
    Its sounds so familiar though.

    I had this voice in my head all along,
    But now it seems that it was you to whom
    It belonged.

    How can this be real, I don't understand
    And yet with the same voice as my head's
    There you stand.

    I feel so euphoric when I hear it out loud,
    There are so many memories related to it
    In my brain's little cloud.

    I see a pale yellow color, like the color of hay
    This voice that I speak of, I often wonder,
    What it would say.