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The Phone Call
Contributed by
twitterbird
on
Wednesday, 25th December 2013 @ 10:11:58 AM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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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.
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Re: The Phone Call
(User Rating: 1 ) by christybthepoet on
Friday, 27th December 2013 @ 09:19:28 PM AEST (User
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No matter how much we wish that the cruelty of others could never be responsible for shaping us, we have to decide what to absorb and what to reject. |
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