you wonder if you called me up
when you're in the depths of despair
thinking maybe I'll just show up
maybe I'll suddenly appear
did that ship sail far away?
or maybe it just sank
either way I'm telling you
just how low you rank
holding on to it way too tight
my heart inside your hand
but you weren't thinking clearly
nothing worked as you planned
the fever pitch was way too fast
you missed it time and again
as it all slipped through your fingers
the shredded ribbon strands
some thoughts bring back the laughter
and some from darkest hell
either way, I'm telling you
we both have stories to tell
delete me from your speed dial
erase my special tune
make your bed and lay there
mine won't be shared with you
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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