You, You, You
You don't answer my phone calls,
You don't call me back.
You don't talk to me in the halls,
Is this all an act?
You told me you loved me,
You told me that then.
You told me we would be,
Together, but when?
You were my valentine,
You weren't meant to be with her.
You were supposed to be all mine,
But that's just it, YOU WERE!
Copyright © Shaina Billy | Year Posted 2006
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