Growing Bitter

March 19, 2008
By Rachel Schuler, Florissant, MO

When I'm with you the world's filled with grace.
One look at your face and my heart starts to race.

When you're gone I feel so alone.
I wait at home for a call on my phone.

But it never comes and I'll forever wait;
Growing bitter and filled with hate.

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