So I saw my lover the other right
He left Orlando the very next day
My hugger's still here, I love him too
And I know he feels the same way
I also have a sexy, compulsive liar
Who has a charisma that I can't name
I want to touch him whenever I can
But having sex has become mundane
I'm so self-conscious
Of everything I do
How I look, speak, and act
Does anyone have a clue?
I like all the attention I get
It seems I don't even have to try
Just a smile, a laugh, or a wink
But then I start to wonder why
If I really am as cute
As all these people say
Then why do I feel so much alone
At the end of every day?
1/7/2006
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The speaker's lover, hugger, and of course, liar aren't giving her the one thing she really wants...and needs: love. A meaningful write, Angelique, and one that I wholly identify with.