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I Sent You a Voicemail Confessing My Love, But the Service Was Terrible
I Sent You a Voicemail Confessing My Love, But the Service Was Terrible
Hello
I hope all is
Can
hear me?
‘ts me
(youknowwho)
need
say
Something
Don’t
hurt
Sorry if
weird
(iknowwe’rejustfriends)
But
I love y
For a while now
You
stunned
Me
took my breath away
(ifwerebeingcliche)
like No other
You’ve caught my attention since
before
Your face
striking
also soft
And your mind
exploding with
joy
and perfect words and perfect
when you speak
your voice a song
and when you laugh
‘M sorry
wait a
You hear me?
No reception here
butijusthadtosaysomething
somaybeifitalkquicklyit’llallsqueezeinandiwon’tgetcuto
Maybe should say again
love you
and also
the things about you
thewayyouholdmygaze likeiamabrokenpieceofasinkingshipandyouareitsdrowningpassenger
butyouholditcautiouslysoidontbreakunderneathyourgrip
likeyouknowiamfragileglasswaitingtobreak
likeyouknowme
like
‘lo?
can hear
?
service is bad
might
hang up
but have to
say
like
and
warm
arms
soft
freckles
a
(youmakemefeelbeautiful)
like
golden
sun
(icouldspendalldaywithyou)
cross
legged
on
your
carpet
like
it
know
us
also
couch
just
when
kind
car
the
silver
stars
aligned
when
you
took
my
hands and
put
your
thumb
against
my
palm
and
smiled
i
churning ocean
clinging
your life raft
(youknowialwaysgetoverdramatic)
there?
hear me?
i
maybe
need
hang up
but
pleaseunderstand
you
are
every
thing
to
me
(click)
Copyright © Zoe Baber | Year Posted 2019
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