I'm am starting to sense your location.
Floating, fuzzy,
blue and white.
We don't talk.
We acknowledge.
Buzzing, ringing, tones,
None of these messages speak to you.
Unwrap me like a gift,
A gift that's precious within its own time.
A gift, challenging each days events and the years and lifetimes.
Put me on a shelf, I'll be your communicator.
I'll take your calls,
Write it down word for word.
Just don't give up on me yet.
Mae.B
Jun 13, 2012
Jun 13, 2012 at 10:29 AM UTC
I'm am starting to sense your location.
Floating, fuzzy,
blue and white.
We don't talk.
We acknowledge.
Buzzing, ringing, tones,
None of these messages speak to you.
Unwrap me like a gift,
A gift that's precious within its own time.
A gift, challenging each days events and the years and lifetimes.
Put me on a shelf, I'll be your communicator.
I'll take your calls,
Write it down word for word.
Just don't give up on me yet.
Mae.B
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