Voices

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March 2002 Poetry

Why do I have these voices,

that linger in my mind.

Telling me the love I have,

I wasn’t meant to find.

~

And how come these same voices,

whisper “he doesn’t really love you.”

I don’t want to believe them,

but what if it was true?

~

They torture me,

the whole entire day.

And I wish I could get rid of them,

in any given way.

~

I wish they’d go away,

and torture someone new.

But even though they won’t,

I’ll keep on loving you.



~*~ Jill ~*~

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this on 3-16-02.

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