Becca Warnke


Your Call - Poem by Becca Warnke

Call, I'm sick
Call, I'm angry
Call, I'm desperate for your voice
I'm listening to the song we use to sing in the car
Do you remember, Butterflys, Early summer?
It's playing on repeat......
Just like when we would meet

Cause I was born to tell you I love you,
And I am torn to do what I have to
To make you mine
Stay with me tonight

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 22, 2010



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