Static In An Empty Room

Her voice is static in an empty room. Where all of her whispers carry through.
Ringing through my ears like a bomb went off in my head.
Her melancholy voice makes me feel like I've experienced war, when I've only been staring off in bed.  
She has too much power for just a soothing whisper.
But there's just more that's mesmerizing about her.

Her voice sways like a ship on smooth seas.
Never have I felt so enchanted but so free.
She has a smile whiter than any angel's wings.
And she may not play guitar like I do, but she can fluently play my heart strings.
Making only sweet melodies.

Lately, it's different, it's actually been quite silent in the empty room.
The now deafening sound of utter silence screams in my face, leaving nothing but gloom.

Where have you ran off to?
This silence is like a knife in my brain, slowly cutting through.

It's as if you never existed..
Maybe your expectations were simply unrealistic?