Saturday, August 13, 2005
3:31 PM
Picked up the phone.
Dialled with fear.
No sound from me.
But voice on other.
Sweet but different.
Distant and bitter.
Words from my mind.
Stayed where it like.
The line is dead.
Tone like my heart.
All in the box.
Memories and more.
Burn it away.
Throw it the same.
Never again.
In my own brain.
i wish my life is perfect-`