'Why Haven'T You Called' - Poem by Brytanne Lee
I wait hour by hour
Minute by minute
Second by second
To hear the sound of ringing
I yearn to hear your voice
Do you like to see me suffer?
Do you even know I suffer
I suffer so bad I want to gauge my eyes
I suffer so bad I want to slit my wrist in front of your eyes
I’m sick and tired if waiting by the phone just for you
I’m sick of seeing your pictures and not being able to touch you
I have to see you
I have to talk to you
Why haven’t you called?
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