Empty days,
hollow nights,
waiting by the phone,
feeling so all alone.
Waiting by the phone,
the one that never rang.
Loves found,
loves lost,
one
by one
by one.
Loves lost by the score,
and will this be that one more?
Love, like dusts
lights down to ground.
and with no winds,
it stays around,
but on that blustery day,
it just might blow away.
never to be know again.
