Talking on the phone is easy
But making phone calls is difficult
Thirty gut wrenching seconds
Heart beat ringing in my ears
Lungs working overtime
Every time the ringing tone resumes
I think its someone answering
My muscles tense
My lips ready to spit out
My already rehearsed lines
But no one answers
I never leave voicemails
A worse fate is ****** upon me
Anticipating their return call
Nov 14, 2016
Nov 14, 2016 at 12:56 AM UTC
Talking on the phone is easy
But making phone calls is difficult
Thirty gut wrenching seconds
Heart beat ringing in my ears
Lungs working overtime
Every time the ringing tone resumes
I think its someone answering
My muscles tense
My lips ready to spit out
My already rehearsed lines
But no one answers
I never leave voicemails
A worse fate is ****** upon me
Anticipating their return call
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