A Puppy Kind of Hopeless
When she hung up the receiver...
I heated to a temperature fever.
My friends all told me I should leave her.
But I believed,
Come what may on that day...
She and I stayed in love.
A puppy kind..
Of hopeless love.
But all I got to receive was deceit.
And she could rattle a fanatical in me.
If she wanted to flaunt it!
Knowing she had my nose open.
Still I kept all possibilities high.
Hoping.
I had a need to be that type of guy!
So hard I tried.
When she hung up the receiver...
I heated to a temperature fever.
My friends all told me I should leave her.
But I believed,
Come what may on that day...
She and I stayed in love.
A puppy kind..
Of hopeless love.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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