i stand before...you
as you ignore.....me
laying on the sofa, just watching t.v.
alone on the couch, as usual
i stand here, while you lay there
trying to over talk the tvs blare
as you lay there, and stare...at the tv instead of me
im wearing my heart for you on my sleeves
i stand b4 you in a lil piece of lingerie
but you dont even look my way
you wave your hand for me...
to get out from in front of the t.v.
you just glance, not a word you say
when you get up to use...the restroom
i follow you...in the room
when you look in the mirror, instead of your face
you see my reflection...trying to get your attention
but you finish up, and go straight away
to the couch your favorite place
you ly upon it alone....just watching tv
not offering me some space
a reasting place
to lay on the couch, just you n me
snuggling together...two as one
wouldnt that be more fun
doing 3 things instead of two
showing me affection, giving me the affection, and enjoying your program tOO......
NOT GLARING AT ME WITH REJECTION
JUST STARING AT ME WITH AFFECTION
enjoying special moments with me...
wouldnt that be better then any other program on t.v.
it's a piece to follow in the mind... the scenes are set as in play. very good work
A dilemma of modern life inventions which has resulted in parting the humen souls by ignoring each others presence. An episode played almost in every house. A nice piece of writing, Krissi. Best Wishes Naseer
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
He seems much more glued to the set than he is to you.