My Lie Poem by Brenda Urka

A dream, a wish, a picture of you,
My thoughts, my tears leave me blue.
Nights are long and lonely,
Dreaming, wishing, thinking of you.

Late night call, no one to answers,
Hold the phone, pretend you answer.
Talk to you, like you can hear,
My God MOM, I wish you were here.

I stay away, your house so sad,
Sitting there, alone my Dad.
His heart is broken, quite fears,
A man so strong, he shows no tears.