he can't speak.
and maybe,
maybe he doesn't have a voice.
he's trapped by his own body.
sometimes he tries to escape.
it never succeeds.
but i love his sweet sounding saxophone.
he plays a romantic tune.
although he'll never speak in words,
i would not trade his sound of the music
for the sound of his own voice.
this poem was about himlol
YOU ARE READING
orange poetry
Actiondear diary, i'm so in love, it's painful. just kidding. i haven't touched another human in years!