Each Time The Phone Rings
I stare at the little square box with the rubber keys, Trying to will it to sing the notes of his ring tone, Knowing it never will. This has been my life since the moment that we have met, A sweet hell on earth that I've never known before. Some days I wish I had never met him, Other days I am afraid I never will again. Either way it doesn't stop me from waiting for his call every day and night, Each time a sound comes out of it my heart skips a beat, Then breaks a little more for the love he... Sign in to see full entry.