I sent you a message 2 days ago,
It said many things in it,
I wonder if it hurt.
You didn't answer back,
That's what I was expecting from you,
What excuse will you make up now?
Everything comes with the mood?
And now, after all the things you've done,
I come back, There's been 2 months I haven't seen you.
And now, Since we talked last time It's been a month
I feel so... miserable.
Hate is such a strong word for you,
Many things in life don't come up good,
I'm just going to bed and leave my cell phone on,
hoping tomorrow my phone has a call and it says "unknown".
Author notes
this is for my dad..
Written October 1st, 2005
