The telephone ring used to have a heartbeat
Until it went still too
The tea went cold, sitting on the windowsill
Because there was nothing left to do
The rain used to remind me of movies
And the way I loved to dance in it
But it wasn't just the spring showers I left behind
It was me on who I quit
The telephone ring used to have a heartbeat
Until it didn't anymore
Now it sits on the shelf, useless
Since no one calls or comes to the door
The drawing room was full of life once
Thriving in the brightest of colors imaginable
Now, it's but a hollow shell, no sign of a soul anywhere
Not even a magazine on the coffee table
~Andy
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Poems by Yours Truly.
Poetryjust poems from the stupidest or deepest corners of my mind. I really beg you to not take my poems. Also every photo attached with the poems are photos I took because I'm really into nature photography. Please don't take my photos either. I'm really...
