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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Earlier this morning, while she was in the shower I packed all my belongings; I knew I had an hour Then I slipped out the back door, like the coward that I am Now in my pants’ front pocket my cell phone is vibrate’n My cell phone keeps vibrate’n, I feel it against my thigh But I cannot answer it, because I know I’ll start to cry My spirit has been broken; my heart’s been torn in two I am driving to find a dead-zone where her calls can’t come through I left a copy of the email I found the night before Laying on her pillow, in the pieces that I tore It spoke of the secrets that they’ve shared behind my back Now my cell phone keeps vibrate’n but I ain’t coming back My cell phone keeps vibrate’n, I feel it against my thigh But I cannot answer it, because I know I’ll start to cry My spirit has been broken; my heart’s been torn in two I am driving to find a dead-zone where her calls can’t come through Memories of loving her are circling through my mind But forgiveness for a lost in trust is something I can’t find A “ding” says there’s an email; a “beep” means there’s a text And when it starts vibrate’n I feel my heart bleeding in my chest My cell phone keeps vibrate’n, I feel it against my thigh But I cannot answer it, because I know I’ll start to cry My spirit has been broken; my heart’s been torn in two I am driving to find a dead-zone where her calls can’t come through
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