My voice races
Among telephone wires
Shooting through tubes
To a delicate ear
Suppressing the fear
Of being far flung.
I'm sorry, I'm not near
But I have to grow.
Surrounding me
Isn't space enough
Soul's a potted plant
And you're the earthen ware,
You shout, "It isn't fair."
But you have to know
I love no one else
Just need to be alone.
I still long for your touch
But as a person,
It can't mean so much.
So, that's why
I'll love you with words
As our ears caress the phone
I'll continue to assure you,
We will never feel alone
As long as the wires stay up,
That distance can't put out
The fires of love.
I know how women are
You might wander off
Because you have the gift
Of womanhood,
Which all men desire.
So, if you want to go to another
Because you can't stand how I grow,
I'll cut this wire
And hang up the phone.
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Submission Name: Long Distance Call
