Luscious' Poetry

Ironic, Isn't It? Sometimes in relationships There are disappointments You think one way The other thinks another way
What are relationships? People toying with other's minds? People You think You could trust And then finding out bad stuff?
Someone holding onto something That isn't even there? This is terrible, don't You think? This scares me to even share
I am more than a door mat I am more than that Maybe, I'm dramatic My mind is fogged up thick
I know I've messed up in the past But I'm past that I want more than a call, here and there Talking and sharing, that, nothing can compare
I hate sitting alone I want someone to hold I want someone to talk to In good times and bad times, through and through
Is this asking too much? I think not! Gad - someone hear me Again, this is my plea
I'm slowly giving up Someone call and say "What's up?" I listen to Nina in the background Reality drifts away, as she sounds
I watch my candle burning Night time is coming I play with my hair Into the candle, I stare
The candle, my only light Its flame, shining bright The loneliness The emptiness
"Then Dave Called Me"
Written by: Luscious

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