Poetry

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You called me back
To be with you
Then left with her
In my car too

You said I was
Your only one
Then fled with her,
Three days of “fun”

In my friend’s car
She and I left too
Went to a wedding
You made me blue

You got mad,
At her you said
Grabbed her neck
Till she’s almost dead

Drunk and drunker
You two were there
Was this my life
Did anyone care?

You went to my place
Caught in despair
Turned on the gas,
Me, to find you there

Then you woke up
A headache grand
Not dead yet
Just a sorrowful man

Me, driving still
Several days went by
Clearing my head
Thinking, a sigh

This soap box opera
My life couldn’t be
I’m not like this
It really wasn’t me

How could this be
Love you say
Destruction’s more like it
Each and every day

You made me blue
You made me cry
And I sat here
And wondered why

Things didn’t make sense
Way back then
I hadn’t a real life
But I had one friend

She helped me sort
She helped me think
She helped me walk
And not to blink

I didn’t know
The Lord back then
But I thank Him now
For that faithful friend

© Marijo Phelps – use giving proper credit

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