Cover Your Ears

Your voice is like a comforting mom assuring

everything’s fine. Your voice is like

finding a daisy in a field of wheat. Your

voice is like picking a four leaf clover up in

a bunch of three leaf clovers, your

voice is like the warmth of my bed

on a Monday morning. Your voice is like

the cans of Monster I downed, your

voice feels like a long car ride, your

voice fierce as a lion.

You sound creepy as a donkey.

You sound sweet like a cupcake.

You sound annoying like a speaker.

You sound boring as a turtle.

You sound angry as a dad.

You sound calming like the water singing.

You sound quiet like a classroom that’s empty.

You sound good as a candle lighting up.

You sound nice as trees dancing in the wind.

You sound bad as

an old chair.

You sound tired as

a Grandpa laughing.

You sound loud as

a mad gorilla.

You sound cranky as

a bird hit by a rock.

You sound sad as

a leader who lost in a war.

You sound crispy as

a fried chicken.

You sound meaningful also,

a sad man telling his story.

You sound crackly like

glass breaking

You sound creepy

as a ghost

You sound

smooth as a fan

You sound

as sweet

as chocolate

You sound

creepy

as a haunted

house

Happy like video games

Calm like Mr. Diedrich

Quiet like a book

You sound like a bowl of ramen

You sound sleepy like a nap

You sound loud like a hail storm

You sound relaxed like my bed

You sound scary like jump scares

in horror movie

You sound warm like tea.

You sound calm like a library.

You sound cool as snow.

You sound soft like cotton candy.

You sound fun like a party.

You sound mad like a polar bear

You sound happy as my dog

when he sees me, you sound

sleepy as an owl in the day,

you sound annoyed like my

dog when I bother him, you

sound sad like a white crayon,

you sound bothered like a

cat, you sound nice like a

piece of cake with a lot of

frosting

You sound fun as a rollercoaster

You sound fast like a plane in the air

You sound loud like my teacher crashing out

You sound sweet as my mom cooking

You sound strong as carbon-fiber.

You sound loud as a jet engine

You sound scary like a dragon

You sound annoying as my sister

You sound creepy as natural sounds at night

You sound like music to my ears

You sound lovely like 10

singers singing in a orchestra

you sound beautiful like the sunset

rising you sound calm like ocean waves

crashing to the sand you sound

caring like a mother and child

you sound sweet like

a fresh bakery you

smell as sweet as cherryblossoms

falling down a tree

you sound lovely like birds

chirping in a park

You sound loud as an alarm in the

morning for school. You sound fast like

the flash speeding towards the city. You

sound annoying as a baby crying

in the bath.

You sound strong like going to

the gym and never never missing out

You sound great as the sun rising up

in the morning.

Your voice is soft like a marshmallow,

yet so hard and cold like an iceberg

like a horse running free and

as soothing as a donkey’s hooves clicking on the hard cement.

Your voice wraps around me like a soft and warm koala.

When you yell I get as cold as a bird dipping into a cold lake.

As deep as the ocean.

As high as heaven.

So pretty like shells laying on the beach as the sun rises.

If you can’t tell, I love your voice.

You sound squeaky as an old door hinge,

scratchy as a rat scurrying,

uneasy as a boat’s swaying,

squishy like open-mouthed chewing,

sputtery as an old biplane’s engine

crackly as a failed firework,

depressing like an off key note.

Your tires screech like an injured bird,

squeal like a cat with a stepped on tail.

Loud as thunder,

slow as a snail.

Your voice is as venomous as a scorpion

like lime juice getting in your eye,

as you squeeze it into the warm sopa

like getting straddled in the womb

your voice is the sound of

a circus, tearing and whining,

a vengeful cheetah,

scram through the desert

looks like a dessert,

but replies like a desert,

dry but cute, your

voice starts arson,

like a dusty book,

smushed berries,

with cherries,

tweeting but

cheery

tar-tar sauce,

like a stained shirt

uneasy, but sneezy

on fire but

a liar

tired but admired,

like a sea pup,

cold but snuzzy.

your voice is soft like the calm before

a fast storm

loud like a library freshly opened

weird like moldy pages turning

happy as an ending storm

like a whiny baby

who likes

nothing

like a rotting

fruit for days

like the softness of mud

like the enjoyment of

P       D        L      S

U      D      E

Like the

Darkness

of the night

like the light of day

like the taste of

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p          led          cake

like the taste of

freshly picked fruits

as sweet as sugar

as spoiled as a moldy

book