it’s singing to me

for the songs

that you sing

that get stuck

badly within

to your voice

that’s higher

painting each

pastel colour

i’m scared of

such changes

of cliché and

lower ranges

but this soul

can’t ever lie

and a feeling

refuses to die

for the songs

that you sing

i find myself

soft humming

to your voice

striking deep

is the heart i

cannot keep.

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