The Call

by Adan7777   Jan 13, 2012


Concealing
the person inside
a melody of demons
a past history
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She holds her coffee
The left hand cradle the cup

Sits with her legs crossed
As she speaks

A smile and a sip
Made you think
Ever thing is all
Right

Ring
She get up
Baby I well back
It's my girl friend
Most likely
She being sick

Got the phone
And sighs
Pretty hears
A moan
Then she said
Oh hi
I can't
talk right now

He said why
you are not allowed
Stop it she said

I got to go
He is here
Said with a
A girly laugh
I wear that tonight
The little red sin

Come on
baby
I am welling
It's Friday
I well stay
You know me
Goodbye
ADAN7777

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