Aug 2016
The space between my finger tips and the phone
is cramming with pride, doubt and hurt,
it's suffocating.
Can you hear me choking?
I can't hear you,
but I bet you're breathing just fine.
is cramming with pride, doubt and hurt,
it's suffocating.
Can you hear me choking?
I can't hear you,
but I bet you're breathing just fine.
This poem is the sole property of me and cannot be copied or used without permission. [Copyright G.H. Rodrigo 20/08/2016]
