The Telephone Wire 1.0

I'll never get another call from you

Hear your voice again, sometimes

Flat, sometimes with that cheerful strain

In a way that said so much

More than any of your words.

I'll never hold you to my chest again,

Feel your acid pain pumping through my bones

I'll never cry myself hoarse again, suppress

Another sob for you because

I lost you.


It's funny how that telephone wire

Transmitted so much more than words.

And now when I lie awake at night,

And think of all the things I'd like to do,

There will be that much more venom

In my bite, because (as much as)

There is nothing more I could have done

I lost you.

The End

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