If you can't call.
Then don't e-mail me.
I'm into a voice.
Not by words of choice.
That many times seems forced.
I can connect to the warmth.
That will come across in your voice.
I can laugh at your mistakes.
Which we all make when speaking.
I careless about a text.
Where you find people hiding behind?
When arguing.
I wants the sincereness of truth.
Which I feel each time I'm speaking to you.
Which is coming from your voice.
Nov 13, 2012
Nov 13, 2012 at 9:38 AM UTC
If you can't call.
Then don't e-mail me.
I'm into a voice.
Not by words of choice.
That many times seems forced.
I can connect to the warmth.
That will come across in your voice.
I can laugh at your mistakes.
Which we all make when speaking.
I careless about a text.
Where you find people hiding behind?
When arguing.
I wants the sincereness of truth.
Which I feel each time I'm speaking to you.
Which is coming from your voice.
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