Him
I know you�re not sorry it didn�t work
Or that I was so deeply hurt
Since your only use for me was sex
I should�ve known you�d ask �Who�s next?�
When you talk to HIM on the phone
The pain surges throughout my bones
It�s true, for me you never did care
But when HE is gone, who will be there
To hold you and say it�ll be all right
And warm your soul on a frigid, empty night
Poem �Copyright 1995-2005 James D. Cahala All Other Content �Copyright 2005 James D. Cahala All Rights Reserved