Not The Same

I hear you call my name
but it's not the same
nor will it ever be so again
once so much more
now barely a friend

you say that you love me
but you put everyone else above me
you look down on me with pity
as you offer me remnants from the hour glass sands

I hate you
you hate me
such a waste
such a pity

Copywrite Starla Raymond/ Holeman 2010