Every Time

by Barbi Taylor   Mar 1, 2007


With every nasty phone call
And Hurtful word said
I can feel my heart dying
It will soon be dead

With every False apology
And Every fake goodbye
The More you come back to me
The more i break down and cry

I've thought of things to say to you
I pretend to be strong
But all the power i Posses is untrue
And my ability to Persevere wont last long

With every dirty look
And every haughty Laugh
My feelings are shook
And I'm taken Aback

Now i see you
You're holding her hand
But tonight you'll be calling;
Asking me back

You are so Predictable
I know all your moves
I can already tell
What your about to do...

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  • 17 years ago

    by Keath

    Sad but nicely written. I like the idea, too bad it doesn’t has a very happy ending. (?)
    Try to do something with rhythm; it will give the whole poem a very nice flow. 5/5