Phone

by sammi   Apr 18, 2005


I sit here
I hold my phone close
Waiting for the one I love to call

I hear a ring and pick it up
Just another "not you"
I want you so bad
Its hard to explain

Your smile makes me melt
Your voice makes me smile
You make me happy
And yet I cannot have you
Ever

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