Your voice

I hear your voice
A smile spreads
Across my face.

When the phone rings
I jump up in joy.
I hope somehow our
conversation could stay.

Theres nothing I
can't Say to you.
Because around you
I can wear my own skin.

Its a sickness that
I get with you.
A sickness whose chances
of leaving are slim.

These are only
A few things
That make my
heart fall down.

Its because of this
Little highschool fling.
That helps my
world spin round.