In my blankness stirs and voice, of who I will not know.
It has comforted me in times of anger and brought me out of sorrow.
The voice speaks and giggles as his lips touch mine,
It cried and yells and never at the right time.
The tone can become harsh and cut through heart
and yet it find the words to make me sound very smart.
I don't know what it is, and how it can speak so plain.
Sometimes I think that it will drive me insane.
It can make a man come to me with the line,
Say things he needs to hear to be all mine.
I have a talented mind or tongue, one of two
but this voice will go silent, that when I think of you.
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