Your Voice



it speaks in volumes, louder than any knob that can be tweak /
and it can whisper, lower than any sound that can be bleak /
but it's just poetry, floetry, better than any words that can be spoken /
and when you wrote it, i read it, soaring higher than anything i was hopin /
your message was ruthless-blunted, straight forward honesty /
it came worded with the deepest and darkest, your modesty /
your voice, I barely knew it, but yet it opened up its body /
its language was fluent and it flirted with my mind and body /
the way it dress, the way it was conservative and flashy /
sophisticated and nasty, the way it bite at me and had me /
the way it smiled at me, glady, your voice was everything it preceded /
it embodied everything that you needed, it never said it but be it /
but still to this day i wait, i never even heard it /
what sound it sings, or even seen you in person /
so i sit and wait here listenin, cuz it often speaks across the miles /
I'm lost in the resounding abyss, but it's one that will always be found /
-- your voice is you, my voice is me /
-- so how bout we voice our opinion, so they can meet /