Listen to my voice poem
I think sometimes it’s a threatening voice.
Billowing of sorts.
Sometimes there is a tone of discomfort.
A tone of unhappiness.
A tone of stress.
A tone.
And you hear it.
I do something at that time.
Which in time could hurt.
Although you may feel it.
What does it take for a sense of peace to work.
I would have sung a tune in front of you.
If you were musical.
Enough for you to receive.
The truth being you hate it when I sing.
Which is hard for people to believe.
You pile with people who feel the same.
Not asking for more and more.
Hoping that when you silence my voice.
It will even up the score.
I gave into these problems.
And issues you have.
Knowing that if you loved my voice.
Just like Young Jeezy
You would’ve wanted to go half.
Half on whatever it took,
To make me into a whole
Lying to yourself
So Santa brings you coal.
In terms of regret
Of which you should not feel
There were secrets between us
That’s only being real