By deevaa deevaa@paradise.net.nz
Date: 9 November 1999
how cruel am I?
he likes me
and the way my eyes
sparkle
when I giggle
he likes the
way
my hips
move
and the sound of my voice
over the phone
he thinks
I'm sexy
and sweet
and funny
and he wants
to spend time with me.
Me.
I like all this attention
the way he tells
me his thoughts
but he doesn't like poetry
and doesn't
understand
my reasons for painting
and writing
He likes rugby
and beer
and me
and drunken afternoons at the cricket
[drink yourself some beer,
forget about the last one
get yourself another!!! RAaa ya ya ya-yahhhhhhh!]
and me
and I like all this attention
the phone calls at work
the cards, the emails
and I think he is sweet
and a genuine
and kind
and funny
but seeing him doesn't make my heart
race
pound or pulse
its just
nice.
how cruel am I?
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