Angel
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She sits alone,
Stand by the phone,
For a call in heart she knows is not coming,
He said he would today,
as he said everyday,
She believes him,
day to day,
in her special way,
But he just keeps away,
and everyday he will say,
Im sorry ill call tomorrow,
tears pour free, like a sweet soft rain,
As another day passes, he doesnt call again,
She loves him with all her heart
and he just pushes her away
"Its ok he didnt call me ...he will
some other day" she will stubbornly say,
Her heart becomes torn her mind becomes frayed,
her friends tell her hes not worth the price she
has paid,
But already her mind is made,
She loves him
He loves no one but himself
so absorbed in other women,
He forgets the angel by the phone Who sits there
all alone,
Waiting for a call he knows is not coming,
He hurts her day to day,
in his own vile despicable way,
But when he calls she comes a running,
He thinks he has her on a leash, the bastard
thinks hes cunning,
But one day he picks up the phone,
when hes all alone,
But Angel is not at home, she was sick of his
mouth running
A new love she found,
This man is sound,
and loves her whole and true,
Remember this poem please i ask if Angel turns
out to be you
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