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Voicemail
by Aaron BlairI can't help but ask myself
if maybe the reason why I call
and never leave messages
is just so I can hear your voice
without the risk of disappointment.
In a world with no conversation,
you'll never tell me you don't love me.
I'll never give you advice that you won't take.
I won't wear my heart on my sleeve,
so you can't crush it when you reach out
to grab my wrist and push me away.
You snipped the wings off a flightless bird.
Now it hurts to even dream of the sky. 01/14/2011 Author's Note: I hate leaving voicemail. I know he's not going to call me back.
Posted on 01/16/2011
Copyright © 2026 Aaron Blair
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ava Blu on 03/19/11 at 02:31 PM this i know so well. gah. i cry now thinking about it. that is how brilliant you are. |
| Posted by Ava Blu on 03/21/11 at 09:23 PM I like how I'm the only one to rate this, so far, and it made it onto the top ten. I am so powerful. ha |
| Posted by Kristine Briese on 03/21/11 at 09:41 PM Ah, Aaron, you never fail to make me FEEL something again. |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 03/26/11 at 12:35 PM ...aaron, good write, and i [ever once in a while i am needful to "contact" whomever]; like, james says...we keep inventing things that allow us to hide...you know what i hate is to have to hear falsity, or the dissapointment that it's not who THEY wanted. sheesh!! good tool, just over used and wrongly used...a cool write. |
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