hey this is my very first poem i wrote for some one in the diary . now i read back i feel it was childish , but yet i am very proud of it .
feel free to give comment.
title: 电话其实其实
思绪根本也无意
只是手臂
暗地里潜意识地协调着
电话上的号码
嘟嘟
请问那把熟悉的的录讯
为何为何
总摆出一副冷漠的无情
我脆弱的心
总在话筒另一端期盼着
她
轻柔的声音