Ray Hansell

Gold Star - 5,656 Points (New Jersey)

The Last Chance This Time - Poem by Ray Hansell

I'm sitting here waiting, waiting for your call
So long I have been waiting, for the call that never comes
As I sat here waiting I wondered to myself
Why do I torture myself this way, every single day

You always say you'll call, but you never do
You would think by now, I would have that figured out
But deep inside something tells me, to give you one more chance
Well the last chance I gave you, is the last chance this time

I don't need the heartaches
I don't need the pain
I don't need to play
Your silly little games

I hope one day soon
You'll open up your eyes and see
That not all the men in the world
Will be as tolerant as me

So if you plan to call me, don't expect to hear
My voice on the phone, as you hold it to your ear
Call as often as you like, hanging up is easy
I've finally come to my senses, I don't want you near

So find yourself another, to tell your lies to
That should be so easy for you to do
Because when it comes to telling lies
I'm sure you know you would win first prize


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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 7, 2010

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