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Text messages at midnight
Glower at the glow
of an LCD screen
pray for the reply
that will settle your throbbing blood
and save your heart from beating out your chest
like a fist upon a firmly locked door.
The conversation ever rehearsed
in the cacophony of your skull
till it was an all consuming noise
will she comply to your script?
or set about a discord
pick it up, put it down
check the time again
five minutes now and still no answer
something must be wrong
perhaps she is saying no
is she just not there
the screech of the tone
deafens the anticipating silence
but can you bring yourself
to look into the square of light
and see what it is going to be
does it mean anything at all?
love expressed in a few black dots
marks on a face of pure light.
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Crowley, out...
Last edited by Crowley : 02-12-2008 at 02:43 PM.
Reason: Rubbish ending needed changing
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