Tuesday, May 27, 2014

Do I Get to Complain?

So sweet.
You touch my heart.
Maybe I'm drunk.
Still.
You touch my arm.
We're near of age.
You admire me.
I like your looks.
You hold my hand.
You admire me.
My heart opens.
I wish I could have you.
Your husband appears.
Your husband appears.
When were you going to tell me?

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