Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jun 2014
I hate you having my voice laced on your iPhone.
Me being me,
Because despite all of you
I'm simply me.
On your iPhone...
Until I'm not.
Tying up loose ends, forced to leave a voicemail.
Quisha
Written by
Quisha
2.4k
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems