Hello, I know you put me on voicemail
Don't pick up the phone
Your voice could affect me
I don't want to cry no more
How are you? I hope you are okay?
Hope you are still full of life and peace's at bay
Hope you know that i still call
From my favourite phone booth
Hello, it's me again, I know I'm still on voicemail
Saw your birthday message to me
Did you mean those words?
How could you say such sweet words?
And still play me on a note of silence?
Don't you think we need to talk?
We all have our faults
Let's talk and iron our wrongs
Hello, it's me again
No more voice messages
Am losing this number
My words are afloat
Saw you two days ago with a glance so cold
Like we have no history with stories untold
It hurts for it to end like this though
For this is goodbye without a next hello
About the Creator
Harydo Neon
I drain my thoughts through my pen. That's the only way I breathe.
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