Do you hate me so much,
That you forgot how to pick up the phone?
Am I so boring,
That you can't answer me at all?
Have I done something so bad,
That you won't acknowledge me?
Because no matter how much you ignore me,
You're all that's on my mind.
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A Public Poetry Diary
PoetryA poet is only as good as their muse, All of mine happen to bring sorrow.
