It's hard to love a man
who barely speaks up his feelings
Acts with robotic swings
Sees me as one of his things
I love like a grass, clingy to plants
expressive of my thoughts, showy of my wants
You simply look at me or make love without passion
Or maybe I simply fail in my own expectation?
You ask my opinions yet never consider or aspire
You never jealous openly when other guys show me their desire
When we make love you just think of how you can finish off your heat
Why do I still stick with you when these are all I get?
©eugene
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