human race
truly blessed
with nothing else
but consciousness
consciousness
with a pretty voice
a pretty girl
with pretty eyes
her words magical
a leading thought
a leading voice
never gets caught
when she speaks
all are silent
the art she creates
solves all my problems
now the issue
I have with her
is that she is in my head
and my voice stays blur
when my voice speaks
heads turn away
my voice gets caught
only to hers they obey
it's not my voice
you find beautiful
it's hers in my head
stuck in my skull
in my brain
a train station
for only art
and deadly potion
it is her voice
what you are hearing
my real voice is where
my art suffers its bearing
YOU ARE READING
Talking heart
PoetryTransferring my thoughts in form of poetry. To understand myself, probably, maybe.
