Phone GirlA Poem by MinorArt
Sparks flying
Like when you desperately try to get fire From a dead lighter Almost fooled them, didn't we Im in your waiting room Smells like summer rain, Precious stones, pillows Its almost comfortable You made waiting for you feel like home You've nested me in your phone I live there now I'm not real And I'm not hurt If you don't look at it They've called everyone else in I was promised Id be seen I was promised so many things All the right things I have no one to complain to about this I live in a waiting room Inside that phone screen I'm not real Unless he unlocks it © 2016 MinorArtReviews
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2 Reviews Added on June 7, 2016 Last Updated on June 7, 2016 AuthorMinorArtUnited KingdomAboutI'll stay up all night, with Rock 'n Roll and blues, drinking to pretty words more..Writing
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