Saturday, November 26, 2005

God Doesn't Check His Answering Machine

Ring, Ring,
I call one, two, three times a day,
But the few times you answer,
I don't know what to say,
I wait,
I gather,
Trying to find a clue,
I whisper to myself at night,
Pretending it is you,
I stand around,
I believe,
I stray away from the crowd,
And just like I vowed,
I pray outloud,
I wish for everything,
For things to be OK,
But instead of checking your answering machine,
You watch me tear away.


Blogger Tumor Boy said...


7:13 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

hay this one is better than tumor boy. have a good night oneman

1:46 PM  
Blogger Your Precious said...

It's beautiful :)

10:38 PM  

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