Tuesday, 17 September 2013

Miss Me Sometime..

I don't want you to be there,
Every other second.
I don't want you to stay,
Every single minute.
But won't it feel nice? Won't it be just?
If you do a chore, Involving me in it?

A single text would do,
To show that you miss me.
A single call would suffice,
To show that you care,
Is it really so difficult for you?

To do your share?

You will regret when I'm gone,
When I will be busy, When I'll scorn.

When I won't be there, the first one to text,
When you will be mine, as I'm your next.

When you will feel the pain,
As I feel, in this very context.

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