A phone

by never let go of the falling angels   Aug 21, 2007


My one source of Communication
Is my phone
The Long talks
Late nights
To hear your voice.
At times in dead silences
But still nice being in love with you
One word
Is all I need
To help me sleep
Through the night
Not hearing your voice
Sends shivers to my spin
Wounding if your ok
I lay there awake
All through the night.
Thinking about you
This shows how much you mean to me
I love you

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