I heard the voice
it sounded so comforting
Maybe I was desperate
I felt the voice
it was so approachable
Maybe it was for different needs
I joined the voice
it seemed like an opportunity of experience
Maybe I unmatched the queer
The voice accepted me
I could feel as much
Maybe the voice was helping me
The voice tried beyond the border
I felt my expression was over powered
Maybe I made myself seem weak
The voice forced me to feel
I was now enriched with new pain
Maybe the voice made me forget joy
Was it planned for a single moment?
Or are you stuck in this way?
The voice will perish from me one meaningful moon, but
will I enlighten my intelligence to feel the breath before
the voice feels me?