Some say it’s a cry for attention
Maybe it is.
Some say I’m a bit impatient
Could be right.
All of this analysis
can be useless
Or can be priceless
just because.
When push comes to shove
I’m just hungry
Hungry for word filled love
Yep a chat.
Fill me up with ideas
Glint your eyes
Just talk about whatever
And I’ll be fine.
Well until then, I’ll write
Even if it feels
Just a little contrite
Being one sided.
Plus I’ll likely cry
or whine
To myself this time
for attention.
By Dave Schipper (c) 2019 Rose Roseriversongs
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