Hi, My Name Is Joy
Guess your phone
doesn't work for
serious messages,
only small conversation
I care nothing for.
Couldn't pick up the phone?
Guess its too heavy
when its my digits that are dialed...
Was it bad enough
acting like VIPs
of a very important party
that was my Mother's funeral?
Sitting at the big table
with the 'cool adults'
while all the 'children' played.
Was it hard enough
to hear your voices crack
and see your eyes fill up
saying I'm the reason you came back?
While I stand in your drive
saying goodbye
Wasn't it some nerve you had
to tell me the guy I liked was bad
for me, too self-righteous
and arrogant to see past his own nose?
Sounds familiar.
Listen. You come here.
pedastal
and insult me,
love me
and leave me
then up and walk with my heart.
Saying I'm the reason you come,
hardest one to leave.
I say I'll visit you in the the fall
but that isn't soon enough for you.
Well, sweethearts, my summer's looking busy...
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