kiss me thru the phone.

kiss me thru the phone.

nights like this

always ended up in a phone call

with you

strange, isn’t it?

you said

I’m way too into this

to have a clear mind

I said

the whole life

is a risk

so my heart will be alright

you called me

and I loved your voice,

loved your silence

listened to your laugh

and every guidance

I heard you listening

while I was talking ‘bout

all the poetry

and a new world

painted with uncountable chances

to meet you one day

calls like this

always ended up in kisses

with you

strange, isn’t it?

you said

you wouldn’t ever forget

the first time

my met yours

lips -of course-

there was no phone line

just the both of us

But it didn’t fit

I still remember

how it hurt to admit

that sept- was to december

and everything changed

for good

do you know

how it feels to

write this down?

feeling like this girl

living in an old time town?

even though I have grown

and changed?

when did we leave the phone?

do you know how it feels

to write this down?

it’s not strange

rather like I’m quoting

the old, well-known

poetry

with which it began

it was never a regret

that you were the one

I had to met

and all that a call

had made to led

on a night like this

and it all became beautiful

-you still are

but didn’t you notice

that there aren’t kisses anymore?

believe me,

the whole life is one risk,

but there aren’t calls

that I adore

you used to kiss me thru the phone,

but this is too long ago

to ever happened to be,

right?

we don’t need a phone call

at this night

it’s strange, but

after all

I feel so much better than alright