Wats goodie? This is my first stab at writing poetry for this class that I decided to put online...let me know yall suckas think lol
The phone rang again, and to the voicemail was sent the call
As apologies, flowers, candy, and teddy bears overflow her room
His indiscretion, fresh on her mind, has clouded her thoughts
Brought rain to a once sunny relationship
We and Us became a sad and solo life
Due to his lies, her heartbreak, his fun, her worries
Promises of love everlasting and the elimination of all worries
Filled that initial phone call
When it first began, she was quite happy with her own life
Hugs and kisses, pillow fights and movie nights were the theme of the room
He and she created we, and the bond was a seemingly pure relationship
Seeing one another each day consumed their thoughts
Past hurt that bruised egos were removed from the thoughts
As she seemed to be now free of all her previous worries
On Facebook all clicked like on the new status of relationship
T-Mobile already knew who she planned to call
Pictures from dates and parties of the couple painted the walls of her room
None could enter, with the consent of both, into this new life
As they seemed to have the answer to every question in life
Hints of impurity from the outside world could not even penetrate thoughts
Eyes wandered back and forth as they entered the room
She took it as people “simply hatin” and removed it from her worries
Even when he had to step away from her to answer a call
It was all viewed as foundation for a healthy relationship
There was nothing that any could say about the relationship
As he slowly removed all outside influences from her life
He checked every tweet, read every text, answered every call
If he could have, he would have pried open her dome for her thoughts
“It’s all for the best” and a kiss alleviated all of her worries
Thought she had to call first before entering his dorm room
No friends, male or female, could enter into her room
And he swore up and down full commitment to the relationship
His Facebook page deleted, his tweets now protected created her worries
But the first time he was caught with the old her truly hurt her life
Her friend’s sly comments and looks returned to her thoughts
As “Best Friend, how could you?” began her final call
102 text messages, 32 Facebook Messages, 22 Missed Calls
She avoided them all and strengthening herself was her only thought
As she came to realize that the tears running down her face helped her run the problem out of her life
God Bless and 1 Love...PromoDave Signing Out...
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