i heard my phone ring
i decided to ignore then
rings again, they'll pick me
my christmas gift; dinner
love those fits my lips;
emptiness of my pocket
i have to dress up simple
so i won't be noticeable
gray over red could be
black shoes to go with
black blends with night
only my smile is visible
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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