Recordings

Fallen Angels

I played myself
Listening to your voicemail
Talkin to myself
Knowing that you’re not at home
I tried my luck too many times
But I miss kissing you
I miss hearing from you
I miss watching you
From the bedroom
Into the bathroom
Clear sights and clear view
Of a four leaf clover
Someone I’ll never
get over
Tumbling over memories
Wrestling with intuitions
I’m in no position
To have suspensions
That you don’t love me anymore
That you’ve moved along
Talking to your voicemail
I know one day… you’ll talk back

#Poet #poetry #poem #Love #heartbreak #depression

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