These voices, these voices
I hear them
& when they talk
My head aches, my head aches, my head aches
Why can’t I sit here in peace?
Without noise, distortions or rage
Can there be quiet, tranquillity, bliss
While I earn this wage
It’s gone be a long night
If it starts off with anger
Mellow down; shut your mouth before you put this opportunity in danger
Like the saying goes, here today, gone tomorrow
Appreciate & maintain what I have or drown away in my sorrows
Life is precious; cherish the love you’ve got
Before your excuse is you forgot
Simply to love, treat with respect, bring joy
Took you for granted, treated you like a new toy
But got bored, and started acting like a lickle boy
You lost your value
Started treating you like a used toy
When will I learn to fully appreciate the fact I have something special
Who needs more when I love everything you do
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Author:
CJ Tones (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Not about good or evil, more about knowing what's right from wrong, separateing your wants from needs.
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