whenever the telephone rings
whenever i see its her
i know
i pick up the phone
half prepared
she's crying
again
a friendship built on tears
her tears
her worries
her relationship
her insecurities
he didn't love me first
he chose me because he was there
love on baby
at least you know what it is
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
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