On the phone,
I know who you are talking to.
It makes me sad,
It makes me blue.
I see your face,
I know about your tears.
They might be confirming,
All of my fears.
What would happen,
If I can't give you better.
Even if I love you,
To the very last letter.
What happens if you miss him,
Just way to much.
Even if I'm here,
Trying to be as such.
What would happen to me,
If I were to lose you.
What would happen to me,
If we had to be through.
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Emotional Amnesia
PoetrySometimes when I say "I'm okay", I want someone to look me in the eyes, hug me tight and say, "I know you're not". I have felt like this many times in my life; as a kid, teenager and as an adult. I have seen many things in my life and felt even more...
