Don't Call Date: Saturday, 1st February 2003 @ 10:00:00 PM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: Carmen You call me in the middle of the night And I’m supposed to think thats all right I ought to feel special because you called me first In fact I think that makes me feel worse I’m not your prize I don’t feel to deal with your lies Don’t tell her you say And things can remain this way Why would I want them too Put everybody on the line for you You're not fair to me You tell me to open my eyes And the person I visualize I don’t even recognize I never did anything like that before Now you think I’m your whore It’s not even that I did you a favour I let you try out a new flavour Sugar and spice you know my styles precise You have impeccable taste What a waste Since you’ll lie when faced You could never be true It's just not in you I won’t hold it over your head But don’t expect to find yourself in my bed This poem is Copyright © Carmen Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=11795