That Girl

by Broken   Mar 27, 2007


What is he doing?
Flirting with that girl?
I thought what we had was special,
To me, he meant the world.

What did I do or say?
That would make him forget me,
Didn't see it coming, Wait.
How could I have been so blind?

Yesterday, when I called him,
He said he was busy.
I heard a girl giggling,
Before he hung up on me.

Now I hear her giggling,
Same voice as last night.
Now things are getting clearer,
Oh shit.

I watch him in astonishment.
Oh My God.
He's Kissing That Girl
It's over.

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  • 17 years ago

    by ari

    Thank you for the comments. This was the one I liked the best of your poems, so I decided to comment on this one. Very good job =].