The phone that doesn't ring

October 28, 2015

I look at my phone and notice one thing

It never rings,

not a soul is checking on me,

And I return the favor,

Am I being selfish

With all of my beliefs

And my strong faith in God

I still can't find myself following those lines,

Could it be my inhumane ways

And my slight immaturity

Or maybe it's my pride

Something that's considered a strength

When in all reality it's the biggest weakness.

Shielded by my convincing thoughts

That if I keep my line open

I'm doing no wrong,

Who's to say it's amiss

But tomorrow isn't promised

So let me say this,

To all who feel unloved, and neglected

I don't mean to be distant,

The love is still mutual

And I keep you in my prayers,

I've been getting myself together,

Because I see brighter days,

And seems that Maybe God didn't paint you in that picture,

Right next to me.

Still there's no love lost

No hard feelings

I look at the phone that doesn't ring

Thankfully

But does that make my not picking up the phone any better.

Maybe not.

Because Pride can only take you but so far.

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