Poem: The Voice.

When I think of you,

I think of your voice.

Baritone.

Deep.

Smooth like Brandy mixed with Whiskey.

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I think of how it was gentle,

Coaxing,

When you wooed me.

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I think of how it became

As light as air,

As smooth as honey,

When you wanted me,

When you needed me.

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I think of how

Your voice

Became harsh,

Like a blade cutting across my skin,

When you decided

That I was no longer worthy

Of your love.

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I remember your voice.

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Written by

Ivie M. Eke 2018.

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