"dialer" poems
He has his own special way of turning around my sad day, he makes my bad things go away, the second that he looked into my eyes.
When I look into his eyes I see pure beauty with no disguise. Just a glance at him makes my heart beat increase, I know for the fact that these feeling are real.
If beauty was inches, you would go on for miles, I'm going to let my heart be my dialer so I can tell you what I have been feeling for awhile.
Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 7:57 AM UTC
You called me once
I let the phone ring
We could have talked for hours until I feel asleep to the sound of the dialer tone
But we didn’t, because I never picked up
I wrote you an email once
Asking you to come round
Telling you how I missed you and wished we could talk more
But you never came round, because I never sent it
You kissed me once
Our lips yoked together, still, in the motion of the world
We could have done it again
But we didn’t, because I ran away
You never called
Emailed
Talked to me again
And we could have loved each other, but we didn’t
Sep 3, 2015
Sep 3, 2015 at 12:04 PM UTC