Your Voice Poem by Olivia Teaylor

The stuff your voice does to me.
Oh, how it gives me chills.
It makes me shiver, yet it warms my insides.
I use to love the warmth in your voice, it use to make me feel safe.
It was like a blanket that wrapped me up and got rid of all the evil stuff.
Now, you are gone, and your voice is protecting her.
All I get from your voice now is the harshness in your voice.
I use to love it when you would whisper in my ear that you loved me.
But all i am receiving is iciness and signal to go away.
Man, all the things your voice does to me.