Tuesday, September 11, 2012


Ring, ring. Your phone starts to sing,
A voice wants to know if the dealer's in.
Tick, tick. It's paranoia's click,
Wondering how she got your digit.
Tick, tock. Her act won't drop,
And all you want is the questions to stop.


Loulou said...

thanks for your comments, i saw it too late, you are wonderful, its just that i am dying, i wish we 'd spoken earlier

Anafly said...

Your words are just so beautiful and delicate.
You're so amazingly talented.
Love Anafly