Not Yours
Feel like I've been hit with a hammer.
Full of myself
Like Vogue or Glamor
I was alone and needy
How dare I want all of you
So selfish and greedy
Wanting to hear from you
Craving your voice
A call
Or text
Maybe some sex
Anticipating the I love you
You always softly whisper
I would say I missed you
As my body began to shiver
And as time pass I was about
To give up
Out of the blue you called
With hello's and good day
Again my heart melted
As the smile traced my face
We chatted a minute
Alway limited and quick
I'm not your wife
I'm only a side chick
Deborah R. Shaw
The Silent Stalker
(c) 2014
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