This is the saddest moment
When you have nothing more to tell me,
and you say..."I should go..."
It is time
You have had enough of me.
The cord between us is frayed, then snapped
Of course, polite as i am, I agree:
"Yes, you have to go".
It is a curse to be polite
It stifles the shout "Don't!".
What can I do, but say good bye
With a small choked voice.
I hang up, and listen for a long time
Until your voice fades in my head
And i feel alone again.
Still, we talked.
I am so demanding
The child craves dessert
Not a diet.
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Author:
Berthold Lippel (
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My friend,
The following is a quick one,inspired by your poem and my cooking( I have some friends coming over for the football match - Yes,I do watch Football🏆)
In the cellar of your Life
Surrounded by wheel nuts and engine oil
Make room for some thirsty poems
About mournful hearts and our mortal coil.
Based on the info that I have for you. I hope you like it...
You do like it.😯😁
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