Your Beautiful Voice

A Story by Noir Crescent

Both symbolic and literal

Would your voice ring louder than mine?
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Reality looks at me with no lines to contrast between two subjects,
But my imagination springs forth only by the force of lines.
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Purity:
A touch of skin
A gentle peck
But no more than the blending of souls.
Never use the fire of pain,
Propose neither the drowning of rain,
And let me rest on your bed of flowers.
To allow me the view of the above and not the below.

Nostalgia:
Tug away at my heart
No matter the layers of darkness I hold
As pictures of the great loss
Sets into motion
And make the throbbing of my mind.
Back away
Only to return closer than ever
To violently tear away at the veil of mist
And submerge oneself
Into the abyss.

Recording:
Not longing to forget,
To be tainted,
And to be wild,
But waiting for a moment of rush
As you seize the light of day
And bed it at night
To play it the most loved of all.
Give a hand or a bridge
To connect the memories of us and no one else.

Rage:
Bitter sweet the sound you make
Bitter your tears taste
And sweet your heart quakes.
Promise you more love
Promise you happiness and comfort,
But promise you not of the day you are lost.
Come back!

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Appreciate even the fakes in our lives, so no one has to live every moment in the darkness of our hearts. Live your days out and remember the difference that life makes even to you who it devotes all the time it has for you.
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Your voice is beautiful, no matter how silent or loud it may be, and it'll ring on throughout my time in life.