The End

I gave him my all,
now I'm talking to a wall.

Rather be at a mall or
on a phone call, then be with him
staring at lights so dim.

"What's up with this man?"
Picture myself getting a skin tan,
surrounded by water and white san'.

I thought he'd be my friend
to the end.
But that wouldn't happen,
cause angry outbursts don't mend.

He needed fun,
I was on the run.
Love-makin' happened
now we're done!

We made a perfect pair.
But my heart has a tare.

He doesn't want me as far as
I can see.
I rather be free
alone with me.

Nicholl McGuire