Writing with a fury.
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Disconnected?
Written By: Everett D. Wair Jr.
Now I know that every time that I use to call you things were alright I mean OK?
What is the matter love is this some kind of different type of cloudy day?
On this day I called you on the phone but I received no one’s answer!
Where you in the mist of the avoidance of me like someone whom does not want to catch these tyrants of cancer’s?
I guess you could not feel my heart beating through on this cloudy day or I guess you would of answered this call?
You see it is time’s like these when my hearted ego pretends to lonely fall!
Into an illusion of this brief darkness and it brings upon the many of demon’s.
Of jealousy and I start acting like an ordinary monster on the blunted breathing of a bleeding heathen?
All that is said was that I love you and that I really did mean it.
So you know how it feels now when you want something so dear to the heart but you are abused and so mistreated.
Not getting what it is that you want from this person wasn’t enough and it feels so bad.
You just want to replace the love that you must of thought that you had?
It’s funny though because I was only calling to see if my baby doll was safely at home, to see if everything was safe and sound you know alright?
But all in all what in this world do I get in return for trying to be so damn polite?
You do not even answer the freaking telephone and this is when my heart begins to stop or beating until?
I get home the next day after to your sexy body because for all the long distance that I must of used to call and see if you were alright, I must of paid with this headache of a bill!
It was like the phone kept ringing to sound of a hummingbird next to my ears and to tell you the truth I cannot stand that type of busy signal type of sounds!
Although your voice is the only hummingbird sound that I crave this night,yes baby the beautiful voice of yours or the way you look in that sexy negligee or that nice little revealing night gown!
Yes those are the melodies I crave if you still do not know it, but what it is that I remember is the sound of sweet loving rejoice but I was so sad not being able to hear your sweetest in sweetness in your voice?
Yes it is pure the sound of angels singing in heaven like but as sometimes I have no little of a choice?
But to stay heart broken as I cannot hear you answer the phone is what drives me crazy the most I guess as I only walk away from the pay phone feeling morbidly neglected?
Because I get so tired of hearing that demon lady on the other end of the phone hating on me saying, “sorry but the number that you must of dialed is…”
Disconnected!
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