VoicemailA Poem by Bryanna
With each ring my discomfort grows,
why aren't you picking up? what have I done to make you so silent? With each ring my mind wanders farther, how could I do something so wrong and not understand what it is? will you ever forgive me? With each ring my hand shakes harder, my knees grow weaker, and my vision darker. With each ring we drift, until i hear that click, and your familiar voice. we cry, we say we understand, and we repeat. With each ring we run the circle once more.
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8 Reviews Added on May 29, 2017 Last Updated on May 29, 2017 AuthorBryannaB.C., CanadaAboutlooking for an outlet for all the thoughts pilling up in my head. more..Writing
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