Saturday, February 27, 2010

Am I?

Am I the one who is to stand by your side,

And watch you be happy in someone else’s arms?

Am I supposed to smile at the audacity

He has to kiss those rosy lips in front of me?

Am I the one who has to hear complaints

And ignore the fact that I too have needs?

Am I the rock beneath that foot of yours

The one you walk all over without protests?

Am I the toy you play within your sleep

When he’s the one you want be held by?

What am I now, my dearest girl?

How much longer will you torture me?

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