video.games and empty conversationsA Poem by amelia.elaineto that boy in boston. he never called and after i told him don't bother calling me anymore he finally decided to start calling me and calling me back when he says he will. yesss i hate boys. expecially ones that live acrossed the countryi find strength in the words you speak and the memories you cause to resurface from the past summer when you held me close
you spoke words that were as tender as the wounds around my lips the gentle feel of your voice caused me to believe you actually meant every word you said as we laid under the blankets
your body heat combined with mine created an almost unbearable temperature we were close, we were almost to the point of love love that was only consisted of lust from both heart
i was the desire that seeped from your lips for a moment you couldn't handle the need you had for me only to be turned into another fad and another story to take home
we fell apart when you boarded that plane the promises that you reassured you'd keep were only to be broken like i told you they would the phone rarely rang with you on the other end
i forgot your face after time passed you made it easy to move on when you left that morning for a while i missed your voice, your accent as i waited and wondered when you would call
i grew tired of waiting for your call for you to have time for the girl you left back in oregon i told you not to bother making time for me you became that boy from boston who wasn't worth the time
as my caller id reads your name i wonder why you're still bothering to sympathize me our conversation was no longer then a half an hour time i'll never get back in my life, time you wasted because i finally became important enough for you to call
only because you realized your summer memory was fading away from you © 2008 amelia.elaineReviews
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2 Reviews Added on October 15, 2008 Authoramelia.elainethe [O]uter [Z]one, KSAbout[O]uter [Z]one the new land of OZ i'll gladly read anything you suggest or ask you should also read;; Looouise | wicked.wanderer current project: wish i had one [mind not producing work] .. more..Writing
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