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I
You are that phone call
That has got me running.
For I will do everything
Just to answer your fall.
II
You are that phone call
That turns me into an abrupt halt.
The one that makes me weak.
The one that makes me sick.
The one that turns my whole being into complete silence.
III
You are that phone call
I wanted to reject
But somehow my eyes reflect
The happiness you make me feel when you call.
YOU ARE READING
Silence and Bass
Poetry[COMPLETED] The silence was too deafening so I wrote them in tattered torn pages with jagged lines. Poems I wrote even in my sleep. The ink in my pen profusely bleeding out words and stories from my past that shaped my present and makes me anticipa...
