Sometimes
Over the phone
I wait
After you have
Hung up.
Every time
I hear
That click,
I feel
A twinge
Of sadness
That tugs
At my insides
As if
To remind me
That you will
Never
Be mine.
Over the phone
I wait
After you have
Hung up.
Every time
I hear
That click,
I feel
A twinge
Of sadness
That tugs
At my insides
As if
To remind me
That you will
Never
Be mine.
1 comment:
very good poem shilps. give us more.
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