Sitting on the hotel bed all alone
Staring longingly at the phone
Willing it to come alive and ring
Thinking of the joy it would bring
The simple joy of hearing your voice
Instead of this never-ending background noise
Being away from you breaks my heart
Still dreaming of a brand-new start
I hurt you badly, that I know
It’s the reason you made me go
Would give anything to be with you
To start our love and life anew
If you could only forgive and forget
Find it in your heart to not be upset
If we could only talk on the phone
I would do anything you want to atone
I realize what a fool I have been
In my heart you are still my queen
I long to tell this all to you my dear
But it might just be too late I fear
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Author:
Alfred Peyer (Pseudonym) (
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- Published: October 1st, 2017 19:23
- Category: Love
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Comments6
Sounds like you blew it big-time ... assuming this is true, which I doubt. You are much too wise. Great write, Fred!
Don't know what happened here, I did write a thank you comment, but it is not showing.
Anyway, Thanks Louis, pure imagination!
Great account of regret so glad it is fiction. Lol
Mugsdaddy
You know Mugs, sometimes we do or say something so stupid, we could actually end up in that hotel room. Fortunately, so far it never happened to me.
You're lucky I've lived there.
Great write Fred well written first and foremost, but also a great read I could really feel the pain and regret ...
Thank you WL, I tried to put myself into the position of somebody who lost the love of his life due to a stupid thing he did. I still thing the writing could be better, but it is as it is.
The mark of a good poet is to write from experiences - the mark of a great poet is to write from imagination. This is a shortie from a rather controversial set of shorties which I'm trying to pluck the courage to post. Anyway this applies here Fred. Well written.
Thank you Michael, your writing is so good that you don't have to worry about posting it. Would love to read that 'controversial' set of shorties you are referring to.
I'll post it tomorrow Fred.
Very good loving write, glad it was in your mind though Fred.
Thanks Goldfinch! And thankfully it was only in my mind.
Very well done poem. Glad you aren't in the "dog house". But it is a great write of fiction!
Mahalo Christina, you are not the only one who is happy I am not in the 'dog house'!
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