Poem of the Day:

Death by Phone


Never felt more alone,
Sitting here drunk and stoned.
I find myself reaching for the phone,
To tell you that I miss you,
That I'm sorry I left you.
Do you miss me too?

You say you hate me,
That you don't need me,
And you've never been more happy.
I know I've hit an all-time low,
As my tears start to flow,
And I realize that I can't let go,

Of a time that is no more.

Tim'05