Pick Up The Phone Poem by Clara Keiper

Sometimes after night falls
and I'm lying here alone.
I hear that little melody
that sends me searching for my phone.

And even now after all this time
I'm still hoping that's it you.
It's my most important phone call
and I don't know what to do

I can't say yes
but I won't say no
shouldn't love you anymore
but I can't let go

In the end
your bound to win
Mama I still love ya
I just can't give in.

I say Hello
There's no reply
Then Who is this?
and I don't even hear you shy

Come on talk to me
I can almost hear you breath
Oh what the heck baby doll
Will ya marry me?

Marry me will ya huh?




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