Your voice is a symphony
In my vanilla ears
That I cannot get out.
If you abandon me
I will have to chop my ear off
Like Van Gogh so maybe your voice will
Stop tormenting me day and night.
I will mail it to you.
So you will know what you have done.
So you will stop chirping your song
Like a black bird in my oozing red ear.
I will paint the chaos
You have caused inside my
Aching starless heart.
If the noise ceases to exist.
Then so will I.
Because when the melody is finished
I will know that we are too.
-Your voice sounds like a Starry Night