The number of times I've wanted to dial your number and hear the ring, ring, ring of the phone until you picked up.
Just so that you'd listen to me.
Just so that I could feel heard.
Just so that I could hear your voice again.
The number of times I've wanted to dial your number and hear the ring, ring, ring of the phone until you picked up.
But somewhere, deep down in my heart, I knew that even if I did pick up the phone and dial your number, it wouldn't be your voice that I'd hear.
Just the ring, ring ring-
Forever.
~Via
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PoetryYou ask people about love, They tell you about heartbreak. You ask people about smiles, But when aren't they fake? You ask people about sorrow, And their words could fill oceans. So if you want to hear mine, Here's my whirlwind of emotions. • •...
