I come running
at your smallest call
But if I need you,
you don't come at all
I forfeit sleep to
make sure you're okay,
But you won't make time
for me anyday
We talk when you want,
then I am ignored
I'm left wondering
if you just got bored
you push me away
knowing I'll reappear
But one of these day's
I just won't be here.
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Words Unspoken
PoetryThere is a community of the spirit. Join it, and feel the delight of walking in the noisy street, and being the noise. Drink all your passion, and be a disgrace. Close both eyes to see with the other eye. Open your hands, if you want to be...
