Thursday, September 29, 2011

Unattended

I have to do,
to get you
"Do what?" you ask
I forget, I loose track
And suddenly, I remember
Its small, nothing but a tremor
all it takes is a little attention
and you survive
you rub yourself against the affection
thrive, smile and bask
but it doesn't last
and its gone
and you roam, as you wait
and wait and wait
soon you're filled with hate
you wonder, you go
I turn to find you, but where did you go?
So caught up was I
that I forgot to keep the affection of your eye

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