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 canβt 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 thatβs been in my head The voice I couldnβt 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.