Vigorously typing on my phone,
and regretting not a single word.
Pouring out my emotions to you.
"I just feel useless anymore."
After sending paragraphs of my thoughts,
I wait.
I reconsider what action I have just pursed.
But it's too late to go back now.
Minutes turned into hours,
and there's still no answer.
I can you and the phone rings.
No answer.
My impatience transformed into worries and stress.
"Is he okay," my conscious asks myself.
No sleep is encountered.
Why should I if he might not be alive?
It's been days now.
Another missed call.
Unread texts.
What happened to you?
December 14th, 2018
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If It Wasn't For You
PoetryYou never know what you will come across in life, rather if it'll be your future husband or wife. I've developed an entire new view, if it wasn't for you. You'll travel my journey line by line. Come along for the ride. Live in someone else's shoes f...
