he had a type of voice that could make me melt at the mere mention of my name,
the type of voice that could lull me to sleep. sweet. like a lullaby,
the type of voice that i found comfort in,
but he didn't like his voice.
how can you not like a voice that runs smooth like honey?
how can you not like a voice that is like the song of the summers night?
"you're so quiet" he says, concerned. that's because i lost myself in your sound.
speak on, i'm listening.
he had the type of voice that made me feel so elite, intertwined with an immense sensation of calmness -
- a feeling i wish to bathe in, a feeling i wish to never depart.