Waiting by the phone.
Waiting by the phone.
Sitting here alone.
Waiting for the call.
That will change it all.
Days have come and gone.
With the ringer on.
Sitting here alone.
Waiting by the phone.
Thought it all went good.
As I understood.
It was time well spent.
Said what I had meant.
Please just let me know.
If I need to go.
Look some other way.
To improve my pay.
KristyLoren commented on Waiting by the phone.
08-28-2009
08/28/2009
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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