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Last Person You Expected.
Thinking Not Answering The Call Missing His Sweet Soft Voice.
Siting In The Room Thinking About Him.
Does He Miss Me? Does He Think About Me?
Missing The Way It Used To Be Being In His Arms Feeling His Heart Skip A Beat.
Looking In Your Eyes And Seeing Them Glow Or It's The Way He Looks At Me I Miss The Must. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 169 [topic] => 22 [informant] => Trisha [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LostLove ) Your Poetry Dot Com - The Last Person


The Last Person
Date: Monday, 1st September 2003 @ 03:05:00 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: Trisha
Siting In The Room The Phone Rings You Look It's The
Last Person You Expected.
Thinking Not Answering The Call Missing His Sweet Soft Voice.
Siting In The Room Thinking About Him.
Does He Miss Me? Does He Think About Me?
Missing The Way It Used To Be Being In His Arms Feeling His Heart Skip A Beat.
Looking In Your Eyes And Seeing Them Glow Or It's The Way He Looks At Me I Miss The Must.

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