Emotional High Maintenance

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Emotional High Maintenance

It’s not your money

It’s not your job or your car

It’s not your place or your body

It’s not even your face

It’s how you look at me and see a beautiful, women in me

It’s the way you speck, the way the words come flowing out of your mouth

It’s not how much you work, how much money you make

Its how much time you have to spend with me

It’s not the amount of money you spend on me, not even what you buy me

It’s how you remember what I like

Emotional I am

I need love & affection

I need attention & sexing I need your moth words to touch & roll all over me get inside my head & own me

I’m so high maintenance when it comes to theses emotions

 

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A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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