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I remember those days that I'd cry at the phone
Those three dead rings and then your monotone
I'd hear your apology and choke back a tear
And wish that something would bring you back here
But as the messages come in day by day
Your voice and its memories start to fade away
It's just another recording and doesn't mean a thing
Well, at least that's what I tell myself after the third dead ring.
- by SafetyWizard |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 12/31/2010 |
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- Title: The Answering Machine
- Artist: SafetyWizard
- Description: I wrote this August 3, 2010. My mother moved away in April 2009 and my family here left her voice on the answering machine we used to use.
- Date: 12/31/2010
- Tags: answering machine
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Comments (3 Comments)
- lovepunkdie - 01/09/2011
- wow Deep <3
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- SafetyWizard - 01/03/2011
- @BluemilkChopsticks aha, agreed.
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- BluemilkChopsticks - 01/03/2011
- deep
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