The phone friend

English poems

No more will I hear her story

Her pretty voice over the phone

As she tells me how to get up

How to survive my life each day

She was the only friend I had

Who listens to me every day

She don’t even know who I am

But she was there to understand

She is being paid to listen

But it doesn’t matter to me

Because she stopped me from dying

Though it was her job to stop me

Now God has taken her away

No longer can answer my calls

If I dial the telephone

She will not be there to pick up

I am back to being alone

I won’t dial the telephone

I’d rather sit alone tonight

And sort my life all on my own

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