And two
In the
Morning
Comes quick
When everything
Closes
But never
Returns
And as she waits
By her
Phone
One can
Only think
Hope
For the
Best
But these
Days
Hope
Doesn't buy
Happiness
Let alone
Only
False hope
Empty dreams
And while
She dreams
Big
He's never
Coming back
And she'll
Wait all
Night
Until
The sun rises
And
The dew
On the grass
Will
Slowly
Vanish
Just like
The hope
She has
For him
He's
Never coming
Back
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