Her voice broadcast over the radio
An early morning wake-up show
That we're all dying to hear
As I wait for the ride
That never came
I realize things won't be the same
There are moments we've both missed
An hour later
And it still feels like night
As I walk alone
There she goes playing my song again
And dedicating it to her new friends
Do anyone of them knew her?
Her voice broadcast over the radio
I tune in every morning and afternoon
But does she even know
Author notes
Okay, it needs a new title. This just happened to be the song I was listening to when I wrote this. I couldn't think of an actual one. It's about my friend, sort of.
Written April 15th, 2006
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ahhh....you know ill always be here for you if u need it, and such an excellent and sad poem, I hope she gets oodles of poodles sicced on her ass! Well Im gonna go comment around,so see ya, and gosh dangit, will ya call me sometime?
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SpiritGurl64 and Crystal Bradford have pretty much summed it all up. This poem is amazing and you are a terrific writer ... don't forget it!
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i think that this was a pretty good piece for you to write. I think that the title is fine. I mean it actually represents something to you and it should to the reader also. I think that your friend should be proud that you wrote this for him/her.
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Great poem.
This is a good poem. I really like it.
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