I've tried so hard to get over her beauty
Her voice so gentle and her sparkling eyes.
Her soft flowing hair and her kind loving soul
She's been cruel to me - but I still love her..... nobody knows.

It has been over a week since the last time we spoke
Times can be hard, but I try my best
And today I was sad, and a yahoo window popped up
She's speaking to me dragging me back down.

Tears they fall from my eyes so slight
All the sweet memories of how I'd speak to her each night
And now she is so so so far away
But she told me she'd be coming home the next few days.....

Why oh why... I need to break free
For being around you hurts - because you're not with me
Now you return to my life and I will cry
Raise the gun up to my head.... I'll be free when I die.

(c)Dalek 2008

Not bad.

i personally think the end was a tad over dramatic, maybe cliche...

But up 'till then it was a solid peice, heartfelt--plus, i like the idea of an age-old dilemma told in a modern or even post-modern fashion.

Nice, i like it. Will you post more?

I will post more. I have hundreds.