in New York
You sit there and stare at the screen,
Looking painfully at my name.
You read what I write,
And then turn away.
But if you just took the time
To let me see your own,
Then at least I wouldn't
Feel so all alone.
My phone isn't ringing,
But I hear my heart ring anyway.
And I know that you are still thinking of me
Today.
If only you had the courage to dial my number
And speak,
Rather than hiding in shadow
And claiming to be weak.
Please take the hand that I offer you,
And let me help you stand.
I will always stand beside you as your woman,
And you my man.
Keep reading the poems I write,
But don't ever leave.
Because without you as my light,
In this darkness I cannot see.
Look at my name reappear
On the screen.
Now imagine a heart next to it and then your name.
That's how it used to be.
Try to think of me at night,
Try to think of me when you awake.
When you look at my name in pain,
Just know it's I who feels the break.
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does he read ur
does he read ur poems???
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I love Red&Black. I love my music. I love wolves. I love my friends. I love my parents and family. I love someone. I love my life. But most of all, I Love The Lord My God... I'm sorry if the truth hurts...
He does visit this website
He does visit this website in his spare time to read some of my poetry, yes. Funny how he still doesn't call, isn't it? I think it is...in a sad way.
he's a boy and he's still
he's a boy and he's still immature. he's too scared to call. trust me, i know.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I love Red&Black. I love my music. I love wolves. I love my friends. I love my parents and family. I love someone. I love my life. But most of all, I Love The Lord My God... I'm sorry if the truth hurts...