i love your phone
I love your scars; they are your story to tell.
I love your big hands; they are so right for holding me.
I love your lips; they are so skilled in kissing me.
I love your bad habits; they will soon be rid of.
I love your eyes; they see me so clearly.
And I love your phone, only when you call me.
Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Who says I don't love you? | 0 | 09/15/2010 |
| new student to old | 1 | 09/14/2009 |
| The obsession is over | 1 | 08/25/2009 |
| shooting | 2 | 08/25/2009 |
| the play ends | 2 | 08/25/2009 |
| My forever friend | 2 | 07/06/2009 |
| my brave brother | 2 | 06/18/2009 |
| I wish I were new | 0 | 06/08/2009 |
| i love your phone | 0 | 06/08/2009 |
| never change | 0 | 06/08/2009 |
| our secret | 0 | 05/26/2009 |
| the way to my heart | 0 | 05/26/2009 |
| your touch | 1 | 05/19/2009 |
| mr wonderful | 0 | 05/19/2009 |
| your picture | 0 | 05/19/2009 |
| always beside you | 0 | 05/19/2009 |
| i wish to kiss you | 1 | 05/19/2009 |
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