hi thanks
Feb. 7th 12:38 PM 2009
The Ticking Of The Clock I always have a yearning when I have spoken to you; One minute I can hear your voice, the next minute, we are through. It seems to me that's how it goes, the silence makes me blue; I guess the silence lets me know I can't get enough of you. I reach my hand through the phone, you're always out of reach; You must come closer to the phone, is now my silent speech. The time slows down, it seems to crawl, slowly the clock hands slide; I know that you are gone from me, another day, I must abide. I sit quietly till it's time for me to shut my eyes; Perchance to meet you in my dreams, and kiss my green eyed guy.
