The Dreaded Call
The phone rings harshly,
I know this soul well,
What could you want now?
Doubt enters my mind,
Should I dare answer?
I don’t know you,
Not anymore,
You’ve masked yourself,
With these years gone.
Old lovers,
Torn apart,
By your greed.
I don’t
Hate you:
False.
Copyright © Melissa Ross | Year Posted 2007
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