Please
Saturday, February 24, 2007
Please.
Please call me back
From my turbulent twirls.
Let me know, not everyone is sane.
Let me know, not everyone is normal.
And it's okay to cry on the outside.
Ring, ring, ring till the voicemail
animatronically shuts us up.
Wake me up from my
365 days trance and teach me to dance
to our dead heart beats.
Hold me and slap
the fairytales out of my juvenile eyes.
I see too much of the good,
and let the bad just bash me within.
Let's dial the numbers
Order a take-out of reality
All boxed up in white and ready
to be tarnished by our dark hearts.
Call me, I need the vibrations
A silent phone cries.
Call me, and i'll answer.
Hello.
Goodbye.
How're ya doing?
I'm not fine.
Thank you.
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