18 October 2012
You are gone now. So it's too late. I did phone you, But I was left to wait.
Your mothers accent, Was very strong. Reminded me too much, Of your one.
I had to hang up, Before all my pain. Could be visibly seen, My tears falling like rain.
I'm going to miss you, Even though I couldn't say bye. I know that every night, Will end with a cry.
The tears will soak my pillow, As I cry myself to sleep. I toss and turn in my bed, Unable to find comfort as I weep.
My friends ask me what is wrong, They ask me why I'm so depressed. I tell them that I'm just fine, They do not know our secret yet.
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Missed Phone Call • Opuss № I