My Phone
I got my first cell phone when i was ten.
I liked texting better than paper and pen.
I had a cute voicemail and it made me smile.
when people call my cell, i stay happy for a while.
I loved all the little games too,
Oh how could I last a day without you?
No one compares to the things you do
You keep me alive when I'm feeling blue
for if you were to die I would lose my signal too
without you I would have no clue what to do
but only wanting more and more of you.
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