She sat at home and watched the phone, upset that she was all alone.
His call was late, he'd missed their date, her sadness turning into hate.
Where could he be, he's not with me, when he gets here he'll be sorry.
Maybe he's hurt with bloodstained shirt or lying somewhere in the dirt.
Something is wrong, it's like that song, for all my grief I must stay strong.
My darkest fear, my sweetest dear, why can't you simply just appear.
She hears a sound, steps on the ground and jumping up she turns around.
He kissed her cheek, her knees went weak as they both stood there feeling meek.
His phone was dead, that's what he said, and all the rest was in my head.
Then hand in hand, they crossed the land and ran off laughing in the sand.
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