As the phone rings
Blowing loud like a siren
I think about if our secrets
That I must tell you about
Will be only between us.
As the phone steadily talks
An excessive chill races through my spine.
I'm starting to think
Other people are paying attention to us.
While the phone cries
For me to pick it up
I ponder?
Then without any kind of warning
The shouts and shrieks halt!
I sit in silence watching the telephone-
It begins to speak once more
Exactly what I expected.
So I answer its mumbles
No longer caring who hears
The hidden message I have for you.