I was numbers, You were words
While I calculated the distance
From my point to yours,
You closed it with a single utterance.
I was numbers, you were words
While I counted the minutes
We were away,
You controlled the time
With one call.
I was numbers, you were words
While I fumbled for the right combination
To keep this conversation,
You cut it short in three words
"This won't work..."
YOU ARE READING
A Graveyard Of Words
PoetryA poetry collection ------------------- My words will just die without having been read My voice will only be swallowed by the cavern of thoughts without leaving an echo My stories will cease to exist. COMPLETED. ©bil garcia/ flightywords
