A Selfish Love
“I think you are pretty I think you are bold” “Wait, hang on” – I smile and put you on hold.
If you come closer You will figure it out That I am a tad bit Too proud.
Its comforting To see you smitten, dear Have someone to turn to When I feel that fear.
When you dial my number And I put you on hold I need you due to my fears Otherwise I am just cold.
NOTE: Sometimes people ask me if a particular piece that I have written is a narration of events from my own life. It is inspired from something real – but that inspiration could very well be just a fleeting image or emotion or intuition that I have noticed and by way of writing have tried to explore it.
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