It's Not Me
If the phone rings, it's not me.
You disconnected my number.
Left me talking to myself.
With this broken heart upon this shelf.
God I'm tired of this endless search.
For something in the lost and found.
Praying alone in my empty church.
Where no one hears me make a sound.
Echoes of a silent thought.
Haunts me in unanswered dreams.
And in a web of lies was caught.
I awake and nothings as it seems.
Two hearts beating at different times.
And one sun rises and one sun sets.
There is no reason and nothing rhymes.
One remembers, the other forgets.
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Copyright © Leslie Albright | Year Posted 2017
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