You call me on the phone,
from my bed I sit up,
I know you're alone,
should I pick up?
I pause and wonder,
how I'm still yours,
when I'm scared,
to keep my eyes closed,
Your arms never,
felt like home,
yet I still,
pick up the phone,
You chuckle at my state,
from my bed I get up,
you tell me not to be late,
in your shirt I dress up,
"I really don't want to come,"
on the phone I tell you,
"but it's going to be fun,"
if only you knew.
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ring ring bitch ((:
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A Hundred Words {poetry}
Poetryyou gave me anxiety, & i called it love. TRIGGER WARNING: this book contains sensitive topics (suicide, anxiety, depression, hallucinations, etc.) that the reader might find triggering. ...
