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HIS MORNING WITH MY TUMMY ACHEHe thinks maybe I forsake him When it's only him I ache for He thinks maybe I don't care As I am going to run When my gifts are denied He thinks I am talking nonsense And I only ask for some of his Attention To mention me Once in a while It is his morning While night falls here And do I stay up With my belly hurting Just to do a little flirting With someone Who may not even want me Do I let him go on To haunt me Like a ghost in my bed A spirit in my head That will not leave So here I am to grieve The long awaited touch Where and when Will it fall Like snow on his gray hair? When will he see That I care I want him close While the others are only there Because he thinks I am crazy Perhaps Like most men do Because they do not see The perfect Behind the protection That I run to And hide In the ride of life No one demands I be a wife And it is difficult To see That it is not meant to be When you just want it so bad The love to come And sweep you off Your feet For a little while To have the smile You once deemed Necessary for growth Now it falls away And what you do today Blends into tomorrow And if you swallow It might be okay At least a man Would say so But then again I do not know What to do In this love I feel for you... 7/22/2009 2135 cj Vote for this poem
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