Just when i believe that it is all gone, i get that fatal phone call. just when i think my prayers are all about moving on and picking myself back up, i hear the phone ring. and when i hear your voice i remember the feelings, they all come rushing so fast. into my head,the memories i strived to make so dead, are all so forward in my mind. you ask me questions, and the answers i find already on the tip of my heart. the feelings that i have for you have yet to show my eyes a change, and the kiss from your lips hasn't faded away. how much i trusted you has made a dent, but all the tears were so well spent. when i cried for him, when you turned away, when a space in your life for me was found i realized that i had already lost all the life i had. and the thought of this didn't hurt so bad. when you called that night my heart was pounding in my chest, and i thought maybe our friendship hadn't been buried yet. but this phone i know i should take, and put it into the back of my head, and look at this life i lead as dead.. to you, and too far gone to me. the phone call that got my hopes up, made me need your trust, made me feel more than lust, is just a phone call forgotten in the same sense that you forgot me.
some day soon i pray that we will see what is meant to end up with you and me. and that the phone call proves to be a sign, not just a waist of a dime.
