Calling Me

It seems as if everywhere I turn
I get a glimpse of a familiar face,
Wondering how could I let you go
Knowing no one will ever take your place,
Late night’s sitting up thinking
Reminiscing about things of the past,
Recalling our very last moments
Only to think how can I get it back,
When I’m alone in deep thought
I can’t help but to hear your voice in my head,
I get vivid images of your silhouette
Only to be lying next to you in bed,
The impression that was left upon me
Has intrigued me to desire more
At times I catch myself picking up the phone
Only to limit myself from dialing the last four,
Tempted but not giving in
at least for the moment,
Unless you were to walk through that door
Than this stand-off would all be for nothing,
I guess in a sense I can relate to an addict
Being that I need a fix of you to feel complete,
But for some reason I won’t allow myself to give in
And therefore it will forever feel like you’re calling me.


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About tbrick11

Thank you for taking the time out to read a few lines. My creations are depicted from any and everything whether it's personal opinion, thoughts in my head, something brought about by a conversation, or something I've witnessed out in the world. Welcome to the mind of TBrick...Relax, free your mind and let the words illustrate within your imagination!

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