I lost my voice I was use on crying silently Having a breakdown in my room Full of darkness Without them knowing Alone, hyperventilating As tears fall from sadness Empty, I am I tried to shout But my voice wouldn't come out I heard nothing But just silence And me, sobbing I lost my voice
Came home today Quiet Oppressive silence Sun rays warming cold walls Thought I lost my voice Can I speak? Could I talk? Can I weave my words? Knitting my vowels? Stitching my consonants? Forming sentences Making sense again I do not know Have not spoken for long
at first, the thunder cracks my eardrum. the rain punches the soft ground after being held back by the clouds for so long, and I cannot see past the blanket of darkness. as the storm rages on, the thunder roars, but my body knows best like it always does. my hands carefully craft a cup of strong tea, and my body rests in front of the fireplace, and the obnoxious thunder lowers its voice, and the violent rain's touch becomes softer, and I finally see the light peeking through.
i'm sure everyone has loved a song that they've heard somewhere, but they don't know the name of it or how to describe what it sounded like and so you try to replicate it, but it is not the same and so you try to listen to other music to forget about it, but it's so stubborn that you don't notice the new notes.
i knew someone who was like one of those songs oh that was a beautiful experience, he was beautiful, and his voice was like the song i couldn't get out of my head
i remember his face and his voice and him just enough to recognize him but not enough to find him, and i know enough about him to know that he exists, but not where he does the thought of him gives me butterflies and excites me, and i want to find him but i can't, i know some but not enough and the thought that i have lost him forever destroys me every moment of my life
even though i don't know who you are or where you are or how you are, you are real and the way you made me feel is real and i know that you exist somewhere and someday somehow we will meet and i will bask in knowing that i wasn't wrong about your beauty
now i cover my ears because i know if i do hear anything else either i'll be consumed with my want for you or i'll forget you altogether
' i don't even know your name, all i remember is that smile on your face ' - shawn mendes
(based on a real experience but i have moved on i swear)
My vocal chords have been tattered The lyre in my throat has been sent on fire Now I can’t sing my songs to you Is it because my voice could have shaken the Earth? My lamentations could have been heard by the heavens there are so many things that I can’t say but they can be sung there is so much pain flowing in me and I want to scream on the top of my lungs but I have been stripped of my power
Now I can’t sing my songs to you Is it because my voice Could have changed the seasons? My melodies Could have turned the ocean tides I could have sung you love songs My hymns could have sent chills down your spine Like a distant winter long gone
But my strings have been plucked apart Is it because my Crescendo Could have taken light from the sky? My Vibrato Could have made the heartless cry My voice could have theft the moon of its beauty It could have stopped the skies It could have eclipsed the sunrise It could have harmonized with the larks It could have birthed the stars It could have made time get lost in itself It could have saved me from the depths It could have shown you divinity It could have made you fall in love with me
But the lyre has been set on fire Is it because my Harmony Could have done something not meant to be? My Symphony Could have made you feel love for me Now I sing softly in my solitude Hoping my whispers can reach out to you The whistles, and falsettos coming from my chest Are only capable of causing unrest
Looking back on you my dear Eurydice You’re a lost cause For my enchanting voice is long gone