Voices

Seemingly broken hearts of fall,

nestled between songs of hope.

Tenacious denial voices approach,

ways to become meaningful love.

Missing truthful ways to beguile,

ravishing lust within her lips.

Speaking out in fantasies uprooted,

feeling passion on her voice my wind.

Temptation calls out my heart to devise,

resembled in pain my soul cries.

Voices on her eyes bleeding tomorrow,

faced by demons unveiled by despair.

Unseen ghost hovering beneath,

grave of sorrow fighting off the shame.

Pictures in my voices seemingly cold again,

waiting for a moment to understand.

Reaching out to hear just one more I love you,

storms fall apart from her voice as my end finds me.







Johnny Newell