At 9: 00 p.m. I sit by the phone
At 9: 15 I feel all alone
By 9: 32 I know you’re not calling
At 9: 42 the tears keep on falling
At 9: 45 I’m drowning my sorrow
Praying to God that you’ll call me tomorrow
I Care, Even If You Don’t
The thought of you makes me smile
I think of you more than once and awhile
I think about what you are doing
And whether you are safe
Whether your day is good or bad
Or just common place
I miss the smell of your hair and
That look in your eyes
When I would tickle you or
Place my hands on your thighs
I love you Holly more than
You will ever know
It hurts so much
Letting go
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