poems.

kiss me thru the phone.

kiss me thru the phone.
nights like this
always ended up in a phone call
with you

strange, isn’t it?

you said
I’m way too into this
to have a clear mind
I said
the whole life
is a risk
so my heart will be alright

you called me
and I loved your voice,
loved your silence
listened to your laugh
and every guidance

I heard you listening
while I was talking ‘bout
all the poetry
and a new world
painted with uncountable chances
to meet you one day

calls like this
always ended up in kisses
with you

strange, isn’t it?

you said
you wouldn’t ever forget
the first time
my met yours
lips -of course-
there was no phone line
just the both of us

But it didn’t fit
I still remember
how it hurt to admit
that sept- was to december
and everything changed
for good

do you know
how it feels to
write this down?
feeling like this girl
living in an old time town?
even though I have grown
and changed?
when did we leave the phone?

do you know how it feels
to write this down?

it’s not strange

rather like I’m quoting
the old, well-known
poetry
with which it began

it was never a regret
that you were the one
I had to met
and all that a call
had made to led
on a night like this

and it all became beautiful
-you still are

but didn’t you notice

that there aren’t kisses anymore?
believe me,
the whole life is one risk,
but there aren’t calls
that I adore

you used to kiss me thru the phone,
but this is too long ago
to ever happened to be,
right?
we don’t need a phone call
at this night

it’s strange, but
after all
I feel so much better than alright