You go to her everyday,
when the clock strikes at school time.
You studied her languages,
while somebody teaches me how to read.
She showed you the classification of tones,
She knows how much you like the color blue,
While I was looking at your complexion on paper,
I was confused on how black is the only shade I saw.
You call her at night,
when I was sleeping soundly in bed.
You tell her sweet words that you tell me,
when I was awake and sane.
You touch her sensually,
different on how you hold me so sweetly.
You utter wildly at her, I suppose,
after you whisper "goodnight" at me.
You eat together at afternoon,
while you comeback home to eat dinner.
And you'll leave before morning,
so you get to work her again at dawn.
She calls you endearment I cannot say,
While you were teaching her languages I cannot utter,
While you showed her colors I cannot see,
I was here alone, waiting for you to notice me.
—SDMP.
