Grab the phone
Grab the paper
So I can
Grab the phone
Dial 816
Before we lose our fingers
I'm tired of texting
I'm tired of wasting
My breaths for you
I'm tired of texting
I'm tired of waiting
To hear from you
Grab the phone
Grab the paper
So I can call you
Grab the phone
Dial my number
Before it's too late
I'm about to move on
Because love is the sweetest con
So grab the phone
Listen to the voice-mail
Because I'm done
I'm tired of texting
I'm tired of wasting
My breath for you
I'm tired of texting
I'm tired of waiting
To hear from you
I thought you were special
I thought you would be there
But love is the sweetest con
I won't wait anymore
Because I'm tired of the crying
And I'm tired of waiting for it to end
You don't want me anymore
So instead of calling you
I guess that I'll call myself
I won't wait for the sun to set
And to sit on a blanket and watch it
Because I won't reminisce about you
Because it is over with you
So instead of calling you
I guess that I'll call myself
I hate the color gold
The color of necklace you gave to me
And I hate my reflection
Because I see the smiling me
I wish that I could I miss you
But I guess that I truly don't
I guess that you used me as your pawn
Just to say that you have a girlfriend
Just to impress all of your hormone filled friends
And I even bragged about how great you were
And I always bragged about everything
But love is the sweetest con
I'm tired of texting
I'm tired of wasting
My breath on you
I'm tired of texting
I'm tired of waiting
To hear from you
I won't wait to leave the car running
Just to run out and hug you in the rain
You were my greatest mistake and heart pain
So instead of calling you
I guess that I'll call myself
No guy will ever be as satisfied
No guy will ever be as happy as you
Whenever you blamed it all on me
I guess that you'll never be satisfied
I guess you will never be as happy as I was
Whenever you asked me out
So when did you think this will work out
I guess I can't call you
I guess you're always busy
So instead of calling you
I guess that I'll call myself
YOU ARE READING
purpose
PoetryI started writing this collection about a year ago. In different periods of times I kept writing poem after poem. I was burnt out from the constant writing and the constant pain. I cried almost everyday, I hated who I was, but now I don't. This is a...
