There was no way to deny I heard a voice of an angel A screech from a holy brabble A voice from the holy bible A melody you can’t deny Sure, I might get too excited, maybe a little bit exaggerated, or maybe I overreacted But it was his voice that I hear all the time in my ear, in my head His sound waves trapped in my head Yes, I might seem obsessed, a little bit out of sense, or maybe over the fence But it was his voice that I memorized even before Even before we met, the voice that’s been in my head The voice I couldn’t forget, the voice in my dream, the voice of the man in my head His voice was so familiar... but it can be just me, being head over heels, being delusional.
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This is one of the poems in my His Collection, a collection of poems for the boy I used to like.