timing

The phone call that never arrived
A dream that so long ago died
A matter of import, it means the world to me
But I just cannot be bothered to see
All the truth in this world on my side
Spent loving she who openly lied
Three days thus far I have waited
It appears her idea of open is tainted
What can I do when her part falls through?
Whom can I turn to and what can they do?
With words not actions she has reigned supreme
What her reasoning, it is not seen
Why tell me so much and give so little
While I she claims to love am stuck in the middle
I am a fool giving myself up to peril
When I open my heart to cold caring carol