Phone call

by jello   Apr 26, 2007

I looked upon that name I've grown to love
and felt instantly sad
"I can't talk, I'm grounded," I said
you understood
and when you were gone I already missed you

Lately you've been giving me such happiness
I've loved our conversations
and getting to hear your voice
but you see my parents dont' want me happy

Is this happiness so foreign to them?
Can't I smile and laugh and glow without being interupted?

It was the worst phone call I've ever had to endure
I'd never want to do it again
Because it pains me to have to say goodbye

*a not-so-good poem but that's's all for Liz.


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  • 14 years ago

    by Jared Love

    Goodbye is so...perminet

    We always talk later and I know we will see eachother again. There is no goodbye for us.

    I'll always be here for you. You know this..and I love matter how retarded I get.

    *kisses you*
    No being sad