A little voice in my mind would admit I deeply denied how his promises of comfort and love are empty desire. A sugar rush. I feel momentarily moved, but alone.
Sugar Rush
Honest Feelings
Love and hate are honest feelings that life demands in her own voice and power.
Bewildered Brain
The voice of a poetess a nightingale, is to speak from a bewildered brain.
Courage
How I long for courage and a voice.
She Fell
He turned and he looked at her - the hands, the face, the voice... she fell hard for him.
