alone in the room, with nothing to do
suddendly the phone rings, only to be you
"baby, i'm so sorry," is what you spew
"i'm done with second chances. we are through."
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you try calling me back, but your calls i ignore
i know that you can never adore
our relationship is just a corpse
dead and over with, buried in the floor
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two in the morning, and i'm still awake
are you still up, thinking about your mistake?
our relationship was once so opaque
and it was simply left to break
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i don't know what to do anymore
this life of mine has become a bore
i decide to leave this motel, shut the door
back on the road, searching for more
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hey guys. so just for some clarification the person who called her in this chapter is her ex-boyfriend.
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Poetry{c o m p l e t e d} ❝conversations between a troubled boy a heartbroken girl❞ written in poetry // no-caps // all rights reserved // copyright © 2014 toxicluxe ➳ highest rankings: Poetry #576 / Short Story #898 LMAO THIS STORY IS SHIT SO SORRY
