Throwing My Guitar (I Already Lost You) Poem by William Mowell

I write these poems, they hide the truth

Now I'm sitting in this phone booth

Write another line, sign another dot

This time I almost forgot

You still haunt me from a far

And I slam another guitar

The wall looks like my soul

Full of all these holes

I called you up the other day

They said you already moved away

I tried to find you in the phone book

I threw it too, before one last look

I almost gave up trying, felt like I was dying

and I put my fist through the wall, and then I started crying

So it leads to this moment, its not so far away

This love I'll take to my grave, but you fell astray