yea, <br />i like him. <br />will he ever know? <br />i hope not, <br />but i hope so. <br /> <br />i love the way he smiles, <br />laughs, <br />cries. <br /> <br />he's beautiful. <br />a small blue stone surrounded by black and gray. <br />he is perfect. <br /> <br />i sometimes ask myself, <br />'why do we have this feeling, <br />of hope and joy, <br />excitement and secret, love? ' <br /> <br />i wait for the phone, <br />to ring and come up with his name. <br />he would studder and i would settle him. <br />he would ask that question that i've always wanted to hear. <br /> <br />i'm still waiting here, <br />sitting by the phone. <br />call, call, call...<br /><br />maddy macleod<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/call-call-call/
