I look at my phone and notice one thing
It never rings,
not a soul is checking on me,
And I return the favor,
Am I being selfish
With all of my beliefs
And my strong faith in God
I still can't find myself following those lines,
Could it be my inhumane ways
And my slight immaturity
Or maybe it's my pride
Something that's considered a strength
When in all reality it's the biggest weakness.
Shielded by my convincing thoughts
That if I keep my line open
I'm doing no wrong,
Who's to say it's amiss
But tomorrow isn't promised
So let me say this,
To all who feel unloved, and neglected
I don't mean to be distant,
The love is still mutual
And I keep you in my prayers,
I've been getting myself together,
Because I see brighter days,
And seems that Maybe God didn't paint you in that picture,
Right next to me.
Still there's no love lost
No hard feelings
I look at the phone that doesn't ring
But does that make my not picking up the phone any better.
Because Pride can only take you but so far.
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