its just another poem,

its simply just one line,

its just one more thing,

that will waste my time,

i thought that i was done,

with all of your lies,

but no im looking back,

now i start to cry,

i feel the same way,

i felt when you left,

there can not be words,

if there is no breath,

a heart cannot bleed,

every drop of blood,

but when you broke it off,

you dropped me in the mud,

im broken and alone,

please pick up the phone,

i have one last thing,

i feel the need to say,

listen close and listen well,

all i was was a kiss and tell..