Edit Poem
Editing Instructions
Please note in the NOTES textbox below that this poem has been edited, do
not put your name, please put as the following: <!--EDITED by moderators
on (Date) for (reasons).--> DO NOT remove the line break (
<br /> ) html coding at the end of each line break, these are
needed to form the correct lines. THE CHEATIf you do not wish to
delete a poem, or a certain part of a poem, and instead would like to send the
url to Mick via PM for confirmation, enclose the entire poem (or part/s thereof)
between <!-- and -->
(ie. <!-- POEM TEXT HERE
-->). This will still save the text, but will make it invisible from
viewing (other than page source view). You could also add before the
<!-- something to the effect of "This Poem under review".
The Phone Call
The phone call.
I phoned you up to play one day.
One day when I was young.
Your mother went to find you,
She left the phone on the side.
Your father was there and I heard him say,
He didn't want me over to play,
Not in his house, not with his child,
I heard him say that day.
I know I don't belong now.
Never really did.
I can't change who I am,
But I wish you understood.
I did come over to play that day.
Your mother said I could.
I pretended I hadn't heard what your father said.
Tried to make it go away.
I was very young that day,
Many things I don't remember.
But that phone call I made that day,
That I will never forget.
It still hurts.
You didn't even know me.
But you don't like me.
And so I will stay away.
|
|
|
|