I sat there,
Longing for passion
But your love for me
Comes in rations
I have to gather up my ration points
Like a girl in the depression of war
I can save then for a while and
Get something really big
Or I can spend them here
Or there
It makes me want to spit
I deserve your love
We don’t have to be at war
If I have to work for one more hug,
I might not love you anymore.
2/12/14
(a.f.c)
Feb 13, 2014
Feb 13, 2014 at 1:01 PM UTC
I sat there,
Longing for passion
But your love for me
Comes in rations
I have to gather up my ration points
Like a girl in the depression of war
I can save then for a while and
Get something really big
Or I can spend them here
Or there
It makes me want to spit
I deserve your love
We don’t have to be at war
If I have to work for one more hug,
I might not love you anymore.
2/12/14
(a.f.c)
I've decided to write a series of 18 poems, because instead of trying to patiently wait until February 28th, this is my version of a countdown, to keep me preoccupied.
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