Sonnet
The sound of rain is better than your voice
As is the crashing ocean and the sea
Your sound is smoother than a new Rolls Royce
Your voice is a beautiful thing to me
Sadly your voice cannot beat fallout boy
Your voice may set my ears a fiery blaze
I may be dead but it is not a ploy
But would die to listen to you for days
Your voice is not everyone’s want or need
However its faults mean everything
Your voice has grown in my heart like a weed
The growth in my heart accelerating
You and your faulty crooked broken voice
Makes my heart ooze with feelings of rejoice
Copyright © Mary Smith | Year Posted 2014
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