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Mar 26, 2008
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Baby's Callin' Me Home
I was once lost at sea,
and I heard not a thing,
except for the way that the mist penetrated my mind.
My baby was callin' me home.
I once stood on a mountain top,
and the wind circled my knees with it's breeze.
But, with such a view,
all that I could hear...was my baby, callin' me home.
There's absolutely no disguizing, or denying it.
Even, if both of your phones are off...
..she knows...and knows how to tug at your heartstrings...
..and your baby's callin' you home.
It can drive a good man insane,
but one must realize.
If your baby's callin' you home
then, that's where you need to be.
My baby has both of my numbers,
as if she'd ever call.
But, if she ever does...I'll let you know.
For, I can only hope...that my baby'll call me home, soon.
and I heard not a thing,
except for the way that the mist penetrated my mind.
My baby was callin' me home.
I once stood on a mountain top,
and the wind circled my knees with it's breeze.
But, with such a view,
all that I could hear...was my baby, callin' me home.
There's absolutely no disguizing, or denying it.
Even, if both of your phones are off...
..she knows...and knows how to tug at your heartstrings...
..and your baby's callin' you home.
It can drive a good man insane,
but one must realize.
If your baby's callin' you home
then, that's where you need to be.
My baby has both of my numbers,
as if she'd ever call.
But, if she ever does...I'll let you know.
For, I can only hope...that my baby'll call me home, soon.
— docmaverick, Mar 26, 2008
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Critiques
Kieran Nelson
18 years 2 months ago
Doc, that was beautiful.
docmaverick
18 years 2 months ago
kieran...
weirdelf
18 years 2 months ago
Your poetry gets better and better