The Call! - Poem by Michelle Guza
the phone rings,
i dared to reach for it,
i heard you voice and knew that in my darkest hour you were there,
even if i never muttered a word you didnt care,
you know whats it like to feel the world tare!
the tears fall from these bllod shot eyes and you knew to call,
you say you would ever let me fall,
this time i know i can beleave the word,
so hard to find,
and even harded to beleave,
i give trust but its grate for it to be recieved,
i tell you when and why,
and tell you that i can only hide under the dark sky,
and you never asked why.....
you just understood,
just like everyone should,
but then agien your the only that would,
i know there are people that could,
but no one takes the sweet lived time,
when you called you clered the way,
but the thing i really need is to feel the sun ray,
but ill call you when i see that day! ! !
(there was no call it was a comparisom)
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