Phone

A Poem by ambur

I hate my phone and everything it is.

It's a life line, one f*****g call short--

a desperate attempt at flirty conversations--

one letter short from I need you--

a million miles of lost feelings and truth--

lost honesty, lack of necessity, oblivious attempt for help--

frustration, smiles, regrets, mistakes,and everything I want--

but not who I will become.

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They can be a problem at times....most of the time.

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Added on January 29, 2013
Last Updated on December 8, 2013

I'm alright in bed, but I'm better with a pen... I am the voice inside your head That you listen for with pleasure. more..

Heavy

Slowly

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