It's like an addiction
I need to hear your voice
But when I want to
I don't have a choice
I eaither force myself to call
Or my brothers already on it
So I sit and grind my teeth
Ripping at my soul bit by bit
Watching re-runs on tv
Knowing I could be doing something better
Or I turn on some s.o.a.d
Or some Marshal Mathers
Yes! My bro is off the phone
I'll go call you now
Only problem is
I don't know what to talk about
Well...I don't care
I want to hear your voice
Here you express yourself
Just hear you make noise
Look at me all exceptional (scroll up)... anyways... I just was re-reading stuffs and I though I'd give it a click... I like how you can write a poem about wanting the phone and ... yeah.. that it works... you ass! I wish I could do that ..
no one comented on this.. so I thought I would..
(Okay Jill your the only exception to this)....If people out there are just gonna sign my poems and not even mention that it was a good or shitty poem then dont sign it at all.