Open Poetry #25 |
Singing the Blues |
the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
After last night I may never hear Your voice Ever again Once my parents are home The calls will stop If they even knew He called me They would block The phone number I am singing the blues For my parents Come home tomorrow And the calls stop Tonight His handsome voice I will hear no more I feel like Crying At the thought of that Singing the Blues Cold hands means a warm heart [This message has been edited by the_loner_23 (03-03-2003 04:43 PM).] |
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rkcraig Member
since 2003-02-27
Posts 202Cincinnati, Ohio, USA |
very creative |
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Ericc Member Elite
since 2003-01-31
Posts 4178 |
Very heart felt and beautiful. Eric |
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Phantom Poet Member
since 2003-03-03
Posts 116Arizona USA |
nicely thought |
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ThunderMage Senior Member
since 2002-06-20
Posts 812Canada |
But you'll hear my voice again Julie. I have to hear your voice now. What is life without poetry and adventure? |
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