If you answered yr phone
You would know
I tried to call but I kept getting yr voicemail
I called everyone we knew
But no one heard from you
I was beginning to overreact
I thought you were going to do
Something drastic like suicide
You didn't seem pleased
Or should I say a little sad
When you left this morning
I know this year isn't the best
You lost a lot of weight
From the worries that you must have
I am worry about you
And I know my imagination can run wild
That why I called
I was afraid I was going to lose you
A very sad song.perhaps u wrote about a good friend of yours.Nice depiction.
IF he has already some nerves break downs, your imaginations have not run wild, certainly not, a logic being worried. A loving character
Sorry, Sweetheart! The battery went dead in my phone. I wasn't sad when I left your house this morning; I was just tired. You wore me out, girl!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great work, LeeAnn!