One missed call

by jennifer   Apr 25, 2008


Looking at the phone
waiting for it to ring
when it finaly does her heart will sing

She sits by the phone for just awhile longer
when it does not ring her anger grows stronger
what would he be doing?
where would he be?
how could he leave me by the phone waiting patiently
I loose all my patience
my though turn to frustration
maybe he needs some sort of motivation?
she breaks down , she does it , she pickes up the phone
she dials his number but no, hes not home
she thinks to herself, oh well this is perfect.
My phone call was worth it
he'll see my number on his caller id
pfft, their is no need to worry
she decides to get the phone call off her mind
she talks to a friend to help pass the time
she is still left waiting for that certain phone call.
she waiting all night, and got none at all.

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