Poem By Angelique' Rockwell
Dammit-i'm such an idiot!
This much you probably know.
My lover and I had a misunderstanding
And now I feel like a stupid, cheap ho
My best friend explained to him
That he'd done bad, I'm guessing he had no clue
Not calling is his favorite past time
Contacting only, when I was what he wanted to do
When talking we have huge translation gaps
What it was we couldn't say speech,
Usually looking into his eyes would let me see.
Without seeing eachother, we're out of reach
While that was all fine and good
The communication was definately slack
He only understood 'more' and 'now'
Then my body and senses he would attack
So, I really do want to see him now
Just to make some things right
I'm also curious about the makeup sex
That's something we haven't done yet-maybe tonight?
Everything is just peachy-until we try to talk
I honestly don't want a relationship, see?
If staying in bed was all we did
How happy I would be.......