Kiss Me Thru the Phone [December]

There is no brighter light than that little five inch screen going off, and I see your name, trying to get through to me. What could it be? What’s on your mind? My line stays open day and night. I picked up and heard you cry, and hear you shaking, pleading. Speak softly, speak slowly, you’re breaking up and I’m holding every ounce of breath in my heavy lungs. Just to hear you say you love me. Kiss me through the phone.