float by Angela Thomas goodbye, goodbye. was this all just a lie? were the late night calls, me rocking you back into consciousness while the drugs coursed through your veins, you lying to your best friend to spend time with me, the most valuable gift you can give. i called you yesterday because i was sick -- like when your chest hurt and all you could think of to do was ring me -- and instead of asking how i was, you roasted me over the grill trying to discover some hidden secret. ice cream and beer, like a wicked float in my stomach exploded. no late night revelries, no dirty, steamy sex with the headboard banging, no major drugs or intoxicants. just one little girl doubled-over in pain as cramps rack her body, tears slip down her face, and she wonders -- why do i have to bear this alone? goodbye, goodbye. 06/16/2009 Posted on 06/16/2009 Copyright © 2024 Angela Thomas Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)