Feli Elizab Poet Free verse

My Heart Is 104 Degrees

There are five missed phone calls from you.
One voice message.
You've even tried to mail me a letter.
Desperation suits you, makes you kinder.
You keep trying to inch your way back in,
thinking you'll find a little shade here,
somewhere cool to rest your head.
But you have picked so much at my roots,
the earth is now dry and barren.
And even if I cried a thousand tears,
baby, these are still drought-like conditions.
Nothing can grow here
anymore.

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Robert Lindley August 18, 2014 at 12:30 PM This slams a false lover , eh? I like it.. --------------------------------------------- Ink on paper his sins and stains when it pours , it surely rains Break his cloud for all to see deny his every false little plea... --------------------------------------------- Great write, ink more... Feli Elizab August 18, 2014 at 10:28 PM Robert, more like a false kind of love. Thank you for reading and your kind words.

Jan Allison August 18, 2014 at 11:53 AM Oh such a deep sad write - so difficult when you part but the fire still burns:-( Guess we can all relate to this write -I know I can - my ex came back and proposed! Hugs Jan xxx Feli Elizab August 18, 2014 at 10:29 PM Jan, thank you for reading and for responding. Yes, it's sometimes hard to shake but I'm far better off now :)