I made this a while back and I haven't had the time to post it on my site. I got bored one night and wanted to write a poem about attention and stuff. I asked Chris to give me some pointers and he helped out a bit.
Sitting at the window
Watching the world is so sad
I hear the rain pounding the street
The splashing of the cars driving past
My cat interrupts my thoughts
with a nudge for attention
He curls up in my lap and
My cell phone rings in my hand
I've been waiting for someone to call
Butt I see it's only my job wanting me
So I let it go to voice mail
The feeling that she'll never call...
and wanting her too, grows stronger.
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