I sit and look at your pictures,
and wonder if you will call.
My heart breaks as I miss you,
I feel the pieces start to fall.
I hold the phone in my hand,
never wanting to let it go.
Knowing once I set it down,
I'll have to admit that it will be so.
With every text that comes in,
I start wishing for it to be you.
But as my heart keeps breaking,
I know those texts are all through.
As the phone drops from my hand,
my teardrops follow it to the floor.
And as the screen begins to light up,
I start wishing just a little more.
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