Ode to my Cell Phone

December 14, 2009
The way you sit on my night stand being charged,
Makes me wonder if I have text messages.
I run to you and lift you up in my hands,
Caressing you like an innocent child.
With as simple as a touch,
And a click of a button,
I connect to my social world.
When you fall out of my hands,
It breaks my heart to see you crash onto the floor.
But I lift you off the cold floor
And hold you close,
Promising to never let go.

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bootypopper23 said...
Apr. 1, 2016 at 12:19 pm
back in my day we didnt have these things fix ur trash poem
ShernayB. This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Apr. 11, 2010 at 12:20 am
Cute. :) You must really love your cellie? I would if I had one. :( LOL. Keep writing. Please check out my work. Ratings are GREATLY appreciated. Thanks!
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