Just a phone call away

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    Just a phone call away

    They asked me if I regretted falling for you.
    I told them no not at all.

    They asked me how I could have ever liked you.
    I answered:
    I don't regret any of my feelings
    or things I did with him,
    because when I look at him I see something
    different than what everyone else can see.

    When I'm with him,
    I feel a feeling that no one or
    being anywhere else can give me.

    When I kissed him,
    my world around me melted.

    When he held me in his arms
    and rested his head on mine,
    I forgot everything but my world
    that was holding me.

    Even though all of you may see
    something in him that is so horrible,
    all I see is all the positive,
    and special moments that
    he ever shared with me.
    The only thing that I regret
    is listening to everyone else,
    because if I had listened to my heart,
    I would still have him by my side.

    He would still be just a phone call away.
    But now, he's just a phone call away
    for someone else...

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    erik commented on Just a phone call away

    02-20-2009

    Very good, very well written. A lot of emotions and pain in this poem. This guy really hurt you, makes you stronger though for the next guy you fall in love with. And know the signs next time wheather not the guy is playing you or not.

    simanbar commented on Just a phone call away

    01-28-2009

    I like the way you write. Poetic narative is not easy; it involves rhythum without rhyme and meter among other things. You have a natural feel for it. siman says hey!

    keithrberryjr commented on Just a phone call away

    01-12-2009

    nicely done

    kenparme commented on Just a phone call away

    01-12-2009

    This is beautifully written-Very moving and expressive. Good work.

    Poetry is what is lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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