talking to you tio comes so easy
you have a voice thats hard as a rock but smooth like velvet
youre the only person i look forward to talking on the phone
i listen to horrible stories of assault, things that chill my bones, but i tend not to cry.
i am strong on the phone and soft when i talk
i picture you sitting across from me when i talk to you, not in chains, or a jump suit
but in regular clothes with your hair braided, using your hands to communicate
until the sound of the beeps warn us that our time is almost up
thats when the warm feeling of tears comes along and my voice starts to crack
i pretend to be strong and hope you cant tell im about to cry
thats when you put your hand on my shoulder and tell me its ok, we'll talk later
i can barely say bye and i love you before the line disconnects
and your a thousand miles away again
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