Who was there when I was calling?
Laying til two a.m?
Who'd pick up if his was ringing?
That's me, I am.
But you're reading some shit about dudes brooding
And I'm left sighing "Well damn."
Now you're probably dragging
Your best friend to the store.
Now you're probably bragging
About how Rahab's such a whore.
Meanwhile I'm stuck gagging
Hoping you're not ignoring me anymore.
So you're in the afternoon napping
And I've sent you a stupid message
With something along the lines of "Hey."
But your voicemail's broke
I'm feeling like a joke
And I don't know if I matter to you anymore.
YOU ARE READING
Home Is Where Your Mind Is
PoetryA Collection Of Poetry By Me. The second book of poetry that I have written. This covers some more real topics, and some hit close to home. All poems are written by me, and will be updated as related poems are made.
