We don’t talk on the Phone
And I no longer hear your voice.
But I’m ok with it.
You’re calling someone else sweetheart
And waiting for his call; not mine.
But I’m ok with it.
No longer do you dream of me
And I don’t see you when I close my eyes.
But I’m ok with it.
You’re holding other hands
I’m sure your kissing other guys
But I’m ok with it.
I’m sure you’re out drinking
And sleeping over his apartment.
But I’m ok with it.
You’re happier in his arms.
And no longer wrapped up with me.
But I’m ok with it.
I’m starting to forget all about you.
My memories are being washed away.
And this time I’m ok with it.
Friday, January 25, 2008
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