Voices in my head

‘Beyond the front row
is a place I don’t go,
where shadows may stay
whenever I play.’

All the voices in my head
echo something that you said,
as you lay across my bed
in twenty ten.

All the shadows in my eyes
tell a story with no lies,
I can feel the butterflies
rise up again.

I wonder what my teenage self
would think of me today.
Would think of me in love,
think of me at play.

All the memories on my mind
some well-meaning, some unkind,
take me back as I rewind
what happened then.

Copyright Keith Ames


Written by:

641 Posts

Songwriter, MU PR & Marketing Official, editor of The Musician and event organiser.
View All Posts
Follow Me :