Stolen

my poetry, a depressing side.. or sad

Of all the things you say to me,

the simplist you always decieve

my mind, my heart,and my soul,

leaving me with the coldest of cold

I sit by the phone waiting for you call

with every new ring my heart rises,

and then falls

when your voice isnt on the other end

Your voice raises me into a false hope,

That I cant deffend

And then slamming me to the floor,

cold,hungry and poor,

cold cause theres no love to warm me,

hungry for your love,

and poor because my family was robbed from me,

By two letters

T.R

Ironically my intials

so is it me,

constantly pushing you away,

or is it she,

always pulling with greed,

I can't tell one thing from another,

but I do know

I miss you..
Tyler Reed