Mar 11, 2005 21:46
all dolled up for the nite
she dances alone in her room
waiting for his call
waiting for him to catch her
when she falls
but the phone never rang
she lays alone crying herself to sleep
where could he be?
why am i alone again?
she begins to dream
she dreams of empty streets
of her and him together
hand in hand
eyes fixed on each other
lips meet for the first time
for the last time.
she wakes up late to the sun in her eyes
and apathy soon sets in
nothing seems to matter except that one call
that one call that never came
he never came