Blame It On Her Voice
How do you fence out a song, should have made
My heart sound proof against the burglar's voice
Or set my slobbering soul in airtight steel barricade
How do stop the catlike notes from climbing joyce
And beam, or taking out a new air-condition vent
Just to break. Go ahead say its my fault, set guilt
Like a clock on me, my heart is missing and I lament
That it is her song to blame. Her voice a comfy quilt
Lull me so to peace, I tried to breathe my heart's gone
And neither was her voice there, I bet she made a pawn!
I cannot blame her eyes, I had not seen them yet
I cannot blame her subtle ways, she had not seen me
Then. I drank the honey from her lips, I've no regret
Only her voice is guilty now, I am post matrimony
And in my head the constant song, the silk melody
It has stolen reason, my heart and all else taken gone
But footprints are everywhere that voice trampled me
Took a son out of my being, and night out of the dawn
Blame it on her voice when she becomes the death of me.
Copyright © David Smalling | Year Posted 2012
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