With The Phone In My Hand
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Category : Poems
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Afternoons spent with the phone in my hand,Waiting for the message that never came.Feeling my heart poundingThrough my frozen veins.I could not say a word without letting go,Even the last gram of dead tears.I dreamed of a thousand people in love,Even with my wild eyes open,And lily flowers in my hand, still waiting.My cheeks turned red,My blood turned blue,The sun was swallowed by the clouds,While I was still looking for you.Minutes turned into hoursAnd rain turned into snow,Feeling my heart poundingThrough my frozen veins.
