Friday, April 13, 2012

Collect Cause





I was fine on my own
Until you called
Making dial tones
Nervous.
I liked late winters
Before last winter
But like late winters
I died.
I had will to give up
All of my dreams
To be so brash
Like you.
I never knew why I cared
Until you called
Making dial tones
Nervous.

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