in my voice

 

In my voice you’ll hear
The childish laughter
Of an age that does
Not suit my face
You’ll find the nativity
Of a soul only singed by life
The child inside can be found
In tone, words, hard movements and smiles
She never left, I won’t leave her
The frightened playful paradox innocence
That keeps this bohemian,
beat nic, artesian, hippy,
eclectic compound
Soul sane

Author's Note

Cp. 8:35AM Sat 02/02/08 Dir en Grey 5&6 Writing to music flow, tired headache eyes, sleepy (Written, Tobi)

Reviews

[Rain]

Great piece. Nice to see someone willing to keep the bohemian style alive. That where I started writing many years ago. I loved it. Rain..