Her Voices

Tousled up and dropped on a draft as an afterthought 

one spied a maiden across the way.

 And wondered...how to make love to damaged souls;

 how did one make love to damaged girls;

what language do they speak standing alone in crowds?

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to appreciate her hips,

kiss them like they are art;

or to understand those eyes saying yes;

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Impress the voices in her head;

glorify her artistry;

please her alter ego;

make all her personalities comfortable;

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Then it comes to saying "I love you"

so that she is never at the mercy of her voices again

Reviews

[Ted Kniffen]

Voices on both sides. Voices that say approach her...voices that say stay back, she is too much for you. How many voices are hidden within, not to be shown in the light of day. Not all love stories have happy endings. There are far more 'damaged souls' out there than we realize.
I quite like the way this poem is laid out...

One little thing...third verse last line seems to have an extra 'her'

Good one, Peggy.

[Peggy Olson]

It's all part of the beautiful madness of humanity.
I appreciate you taking the time to review it

Gotcha I'll fix that

Thanks again, Ted😊❤

[VelvetPotato]

This poem makes me think of a woman who struggles with mental health, maybe schizophrenia or bipolar, and her finding a lover that understands, comforts, and accepts her for the way she is, therefore muting the "voices" or bad thoughts. It makes me happy. As someone who struggles with depression, there is no better therapy than feeling understood, listened to, and appreciated.

Great read!

[Peggy Olson]

I'm really glad you enjoyed it! I think feeling understood is one of the most wonderful things in the world

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Ah how doubt needs to be assuaged if many are to accept the welcome arms of love. You tell this is a somewhat 'cynical' voice me thinks.

[Peggy Olson]

I don't think I can help being cynical about love. Thanks so much for the feedback😊❤