![]() The VoiceA Poem by Poetic Beauty
As I walk slowly in the door.
I hear that mind-blowing voice, That always rocks me to the core. It gives me chills down my spine. Locked in a hypnotic trance, This voice is oh, so divine. The flashing lights give off a mystical glow. The thrashing guitar accompanies it now, Making the energy increase and grow. I look at your completely amazing face. The voice never faltering, never failing. My heart rate begins to pick up pace. As I walk slowly in the door. I hear that mind-blowing voice, That always rocks me to the core. Energy floods the whole place I feel so alive, so entirely great I can't stop staring at your face As I walk up closer to the stage, I feel the vibration all around. I no longer feel bound in a cage. I feel freedom and energy all around. People dancing and cheering in here. But to me your voice, the only sound. As I walk slowly in the door. I hear that mind-blowing voice, That always rocks me to the core. © 2010 Poetic BeautyAuthor's Note
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15 Reviews Added on February 26, 2010 Last Updated on March 19, 2010 Author![]() Poetic Beautycorn country, ILAboutFirst off I'm on here to post my writing to have an outlet for my emotions. You will find a variety of poems. If you like take a moment and stroll through this poets mind. Secondly be kind to each .. more..Writing
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