Cell Phone


Cell phone, Cell phone
I don't know where you are.
under the couch
Or in the car

I'm getting quite annoyed
And also really mad
Cause I can't reply to messages
And that makes me really sad

You're quiet
Cause I left you on silent
Calling you won't work
I'm feeling really violent

I flipped over the couch,
the table too
My mother can't believe
this is all to find you

Tron, Twill,
I'm sorry for not replying
I know you're annoyed
While I'm slowly dying

Cell phone, Cell phone.
Are you in my shoe?
Can you please just tell me
WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU!?


Yes. This is a poem dedicated to my missing cell phone.

IT'S BEEN MISSING SENSE JULY!

T_T

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~RiderPhantomhive~