in every heated argument
we are a cold war
this beautiful loft we call home
now feels like a mad house
i can't understand your agitations;
if i give you my time
who would work for us?
is it bad to demand your attention?
how i wish you weren't this cold
when argument rises, you leave home
and you ask why i act like a fool
you don't try to understand me;
if you don't give me time
how will our marriage work?
you keep calling the office telephone
my business meetings were 9-to-5
don't worry, i got your 'i miss you'
and that you want me home
my secretary told me so
sorry if i'm not the one
who answers your phone calls
every second i think of you, i call
hoping to hear your voice
million i miss you's but no reply
your secretary hears me out
even if i say the same old stories about us
she never grows tired of listening
she even recites my movie lines
YOU ARE READING
HIBISCUS: The Book of Amelie
Poetry*COMPLETED* The complex love story of a young actress named Amelie and her May-December lover named Daniel
