This is dedicated to those who once lost in the war, called love.
Waiting For Your Call
Its a dark and lonely night
As I sat by myself
Listening to the radio
My one and only true friend
As I sat by myself
Listening to the radio
My one and only true friend
I sat waiting
Waiting for your call
For I miss all the times we shared
Especially your voice on the other line
Not a day goes by
That you’re not on my mind
It’s driving me crazy
I know it’s not right
I wondered to myself
Does she treats you right
Each night I pray
That your day is bright
You always be a friend
Even when you’re cool
All I have is hope
That one day you will realise
Friend, I never want to see you hurt
I wish for you the best of love
Still I’m not satisfied cause I miss you so ..
Hmmm…why does this poem look so familiar?