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 AuthorPoetic 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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