She sits staring out the window, waiting for the phone to ring. Waiting for the day his love he shows, and all the joy to her heart he'll bring. She refuses to give up on him, She's so sure that he will call. But the bright day turns dim, and the phone never rang at all. She vows that him she will forget, though she knows she'll never be able to. The next day she hasn't forgot a bit. She's back at the phone-she doesn't know what else to do It finally rings and she runs to pick it up. She hears his voice and acts totally cool. He sweet talks her until he finally hangs up. And once again she's taken like a fool. She slowly lays down on her bed. She's shaking and her tears she can't stop. Hearing his voice makes her hard exterior shed. And all her defenses she just has to drop. She doesn't understand this effect he has on her. He shouldn't affect her this much. Of her feelings she is so sure, until he calls and her heart he does touch. She hates him for how he makes her feel, because he doesn't feel the same. It is for him that she would kill, or fall to her knees in humiliation and shame. She can't help but to love him, though she knows it's dumb so she will wait until he finally sees, She'd love him more than anyone. Until he does she'll never be free.
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