The phone rings two feet away,
She's crying on the couch.
She wants to hear what he has to say
But she's got her doubts.
He tries again, and lets it ring.
Knowing that she's home.
All he gets is her machine
So he hangs up the phone.
He doesn't realize
He's breaking her heart.
She wants so bad to hear
The eager apologies
Holding back she doesn't realize,
His heart is breaking too.
The truth is he can't live
Without her being there for him.
But she'll never know
How much he cares.
Because this is the last call.
He won't try again and
Tomorrow she'll wish she'd
Picked up that stupid phone.
She'll wish she had back
What she was sure she never wanted.
so do i...interesting thought
wow i like it for just a writing it sounds a lot like a poem to me nice job you should write more poems like this one