"A wilted rose no longer stands for sadness and defeat..but it stands for how strong it has been and how it has survived, it stands for how far it must come to stand up again...all it needs is rain, sun, time, and some help from friends...we are all wilted roses, that must realize how strong we are" ~written by ME...~

Saturday, August 11, 2007

The Phone Call

The Phone Call
You call and I smile
You tell me I'm beautiful
And then I sigh like no other
Then you turn dark
Like the soul that resides in me
You laugh at me behind my back
Stupid Girl
Thinking that I actually care for her
I've never cared and never will
I know that's how you feel
The phone clicks and you're gone
How can you leave me in pieces?
The phone call is lost
Goodbye

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