Member Poem

<p>I hate my low moments.<br />Those moments when I try not to but my eyes find your name and my finger dial your number<br />These days it never goes through anymore<br />All I hear is a beep then a silence I will never fill with words<br />I dont want you to pick up.<br />I dont want your voice to warm up my heart again.<br />It grows so cold in the silence thereafter<br />Against my better judgement I keep dialing.<br />Hoping you&#39;ll pick up yet praying that you wont.<br />I really hope you dont use the kind of phone that stores calls that didnt get through<br />I dont know how I&#39;ll explain what business my fingers have dialing your number<br />What business my heart has wanting to hear your voice.<br />I have to admit, mindless hope is one of my bad habits<br />And you...are just another<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; - All My Bad Habits</p>
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