My heart starts racing when I hear that familiar tone
My hands start shaking, I tremble to my bones
It's really no big deal
but I feel the way I feel
All nervous and tense when preparing to use the phone
A/N: Little poem I wrote a long time ago about the absolutely irrational stress before making a phone call. It's gotten better since then, but I have to admit I still don't really like making phone calls.
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Old Words
PoetryA collection (and selection) of my old poetry. If you want to read some of my more recent work, check out The Magic Of Poetry, An Abundance Of Haiku or Bright.
