With The Phone In My Hand Read Count : 18

Category : Poems

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Afternoons spent with the phone in my hand,
 Waiting for the message that never came.

 Feeling my heart pounding
 Through 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 hours
 And rain turned into snow,
Feeling my heart pounding
 Through my frozen veins. 

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  • Nov 28, 2020

  • Nov 28, 2020

  • Very beautiful❤️🌹🥰

    Nov 28, 2020

  • Nov 28, 2020

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