Waiting by your telephone
in hopes of a call that ain't coming
Checking your screens
for messages undelivered and unwritten
You dream of romance
Ballets of skin meeting skin
But all you've really got is rain
Memories of drenching sharp tears
and maybe a song or two
to help lick your wounds
Like a solider surviving combat
Eager for the frontlines so fast
But what you need is time
for the battle to truly move past
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