wait by the phone
for a telegraph that will  never be undone
something true in a message lost
love and friendships the untimely cost
is the meaning there
in words you cant understand but they ensnair
leaving no evidence behind of past connections
a billboard driven by
that just seems to ignore the eye
not wanting to understand the misunderstandings
set forth by psychotic rantings
words with so much meaning
sound like hellish gibberish and screaming
unintelligable to bridge the gap of sexes
harmony of bad timing in pairs of sixes
that last line just had to rhyme
see my secret is there is a secret if you have the time
why did i take the time to write this
well to tell the truth im understanding less and less
every word itching like a wound on the mend
things hidden even to friends
how deep to the quick
further and it will quit
having any misconception of health or sanity
save and hide the scars due to my vanity
to say straight forward would be my admittance
of frailty sometimes wishing goodbye and good riddance
this is an admittance
goodbye and good riddance
i shall go on alone
waiting by the phone