Stinky Love
Your love
stinks.
You don't call me
at work
or at home.
Not even a "Hello"
on my cell phone.
You don't snail-mail
e-mail
or voice-mail
any details
of kisses in the rain
walks in the park
or making love-sparks.
"Do you want
to go out tonight?
Maybe a movie...with me
or cuddling
in front of the t.v.?"
"Maybe another time. I'm busy."
You say.
So, I wait.
Because I'm patient.
I know you'll call me...
eventually.
So, I call your phone
at work
and at home.
I leave a "Hello"
on your cell phone.
You don't call
at all.
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Bitch!
Your love
stinks.
By Thanh Do
San Jose, California
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