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A Phone Call

Phone rings I will miss you, will you miss me? No No? But I may never see you again (Feelings too young to understand My ears grew hot My face grew hot My stomach twists Frustration? Guilt? Probably guilt I think it was guilt No. Fear. Most likely fear) I will miss you Lies You are a liar. You are a liar, Father You are a liar. And now I am a liar too. ¿Por qué mis sueños se rompen? Is it your fault I think it was your fault Maybe mine Or was it hers His, hers, mine, yours, its What possession is to blame? I blame, I blame, I blame Where are you? What are you doing? I will stalk no more I will stalk no more I will stalk no more But I want to know if you are alive Are you alive? No hay nada más difícil que vivir sin ti Pero no puedo recordarte y soy muerto I am not bilingual I am not Did I grow? Was I supposed to grow? I sometimes dream that I can fly The winds carry me through But sometimes, I forget how to land With the ground far below my feet Everyone left behind I fear that I will drift Too high Where it’s cold And I can no longer breath And then I awake I am one I am one I am two Sometimes with a smile But mostly with fear Anxiety and one Is it my fault? Is it my fault? Is it my fault? Do I let you do what you do Did and will do Me gustaría conocerte Mi corazón, mi corazón daña Follow me Follow me But keep a foot away I do not trust you I trust too much I never trusted They will find out All of them They will know Will they love you still? Will they love me? Stop stop stop stop stop Why did you stop? What did I do? ¿Hacer a quién? Put down the phone Read me as you will Read me Read me You are done As are these lines.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 8/24/2011 10:46:00 PM
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