On Mute?

A voice as sweet as yours,
Being muted to hear this perverted world of angst and revenge.

Could you whisper into my lips?
What is it that you wanna say?
Oh pls oh pls my dear heartache.

You're troubled as it seems,
Spoken by the defined lines on your flawless face.

I look and I feel,
With this hand of filth,
A magnificent creation,
That can be equvilent to a myth.

Your eyes stare at mine,
Those pearls of thine.

I shift my gaze to escape my thoughts,
But it gets worse,
And i'm thinking all sorts.



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Written by Emmanuel Joseph Victor (2006).
All Rights Reserved.