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The Trip

hey, i am going on a trip, 
this is what he said to me
(this affair has to stop! this
is what i i am thinking.)

"Am i going, you teased?"
I will bring you chocolates; 
then you said,,,,,'please'

you work it out i said
( you are not free you know)

i really saw no harm
i thought very hard....
then  Sunday and my
Mother followed me

from you...i turned my
face away.  (i will wait)

you went on a trip....unscheduled,
(a voicemail is all i got)

see me as my bruised 
swollen lips
call your name
(i love you)

see me as i
kneel and BEG and
pray for just one
more day...

we belong together
you know that
you took my indecision
the wrong way.

in my dreams i shout
to stop you 
as you raise the gun
to your temple.

i am always too late....
too late ....


Copyright © | Year Posted 2007

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