The horizon sun sets blue
Whilst I am waiting for you.
The cold seeps into my bones
Whilst I am waiting for your call.
The craziness is commencing
Whilst I reach your answerphone.
The automated voice that is
Your girlfriend V, for Vodaphone.
The thoughts are ticking by in my mind
Whilst your phone remains OFF.
It’s a mobile phone, it should be ON
What is the purpose of it being OFF??
Unless you are doing something dodgy.
Cutting yourself off from the world.
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