The day you walked out

by elizebeth   Oct 11, 2006


I sat there waiting for your call,
i sit there crying looking at our picture on the wall,
the phone rang i awnsered with joy,
then i realised the voice did not come from a boy,
i was alone,
my heart was cold as a stone,
but unlike a stone it bled,
the only thing in my mind was the the evil words from your mouth
runing through my head.

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