all the words seem to be about him lately
maybe i can't hear the world caving in
over the sound of his gentle voice
over coffee and breakfast and cookie cake
and sunday football games
maybe i can't hear the voices of the
ones who used to haunt me
over the sound of his love
before the movie
his words linger with me
as i drift off to sleep
the comfort i've prayed for
since i was fifteen
encouraged delusions
By OliviaJWrites
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