The Phone Call

“Roses Are Red Violets Are Blue, I Thought You Loved Me, But I Guess Thats Not True”

We had a fight one day-and then you were gone 
It’s your natural instinct to just go and run
You didn't come back for 90 days
And when you did our lives were changed 
We both had been dumb and got with someone 
Mine ended with anger and yours with shame 
We both then decided to quit that game. 
We worked through our problems 
And again became one. 
Against the world we fought everyone.
Life became simple, happy and fun 
I knew why id choose you over everyone 
But then one day my phone did ring 
And all of a sudden the birds did not sing. 
“I'm the girl who broke your heart…now where do I begin to start, 
Me and your man we were in love, but then he left me when things got tough, 
Alone he left me just like you, no reason given on why we were through,
I knew he must have gone back to you”.
To that I just could not reply, 
So down I sat with a sigh. 
“Why did you call me, what do you want” 
The girl on the phone began to shout 
But before she could answer- a cry could be heard…….
A cry so loud my head did swirl… 
The phone went dead, and nothing was said
But then out of nowhere what do I hear…..
A voice that had begun to tear… 
“I’m sorry that I ruined your life, 
I know that you are his wife, 
But now in your life I must stay, 
And I can never ever go away, 
For yesterday our lives were changed, 
Through all the wrongs a right was made.
So I’m ringing to tell you, 
I’m sorry to say 
Yesterday was his newborn baby girl’s birthday”.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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