Voice

I think of the way your voice sounded

On Tuesdays in the rain

And how when I told you I liked old books

You said “Same”

 

I think of the way your voice sounded

When you called me after class

And how it sounded in my ear

When I saw you at last

 

I think of the way your voice sounded

When we were driving in your car

And how it was when we got lost

From roaming a little too far

 

I think of the way your voice sounded

When you said you loved me

And how it tasted on my lips

As the reason I couldn’t breathe

 

I hate thinking of the way your voice sounded

When you said it was time to leave

And how you said

“Oh, honey. It’s not you. It’s me.”

 

I hate thinking of your voice

But babe

Sometimes

I have no choice

Reviews

[Cid]

Now it's really #painful!
I hate watching such kinda situations when lovers passed through pains and when the rain too couldn't seem helpful to 'em to save them from their pain. "Tears come on their face, happiness leave the hand of them get lost into the phrase-Haze."

Rating : 5 stars!
Note : "The love is Immoral!"

[Scott Metro]

A very nice glimpse of your love.
The loss is always hard.

Scott

[Melanie]

Thank you :)

[JKHughes]

Fantastic final Stanza, very hard hitting.

[Melanie]

Thank you :) Ironically, it was the easiest one to write. Funny how that works out.

[Andrew Kaiser]

Hey, this is a great piece of work! It's unique. Some might say it's cliche, but I think not. I really like it. Keep up the good work!

[Melanie]

Thank you so much!