Your voice. My weakness

Hey.
Dont speak.
Just listen.
Let's talk about the sky and things that glisten.
But please, don't speak, for your voice is beautiful.
And it makes me weak.

You blush?
Please don't. Its too cute.
It makes me loose control of my flute.
What flute you ask?
To explain that would be quite the task.
Wait.
Didn't I yell you to shut up?
Shhh.
Don't speak.
For your voice makes me weak.

So, tell me of the things you with your whole heart seek.
But please don't speak.
For your voice makes me weak.

Write it down, here, on this parchment I've found.
So that to my heart, your words may be forever bound.

Hey!
I said don't speak.
I'll put duct tape over your beak.
Yes I can!
I am strong and you are weak.

Hey don't speak.
Not especially if you intend to call me a freak.
You know I dont care.
Come.
Let me put braids in your hair.

Your blushing again.
Don't you remember what I said back then?
Stop it you say?
Why do I speak this way?
Well this is a monologue after all.
Yes.
I know its creepy,
But please.
Don't speak.

For your voice.
It makes me weak.

Your voice. My weakness.
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