I sit here waiting for a moment of your time,
While you happily make your rounds.
But you seem to keep passing me by,
Not even acknowledging that I'm around.
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Yet, still I sit here and await my turn,
Hoping that the next time is my chance.
My heart beats faster the closer you get,
But once again not even a glance.
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Everyone craves a piece of your time,
But the one needing most gets none.
And being a man in high demands,
You won't notice that I've gone numb.
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There will come a time that I'll need more,
And seek attention from another.
You'll still be happy the way things are,
As I get my needs in the arms of a lover.

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Poems and Stuff Part 2
Poetryhere's more poems just for you maybe even a ramble or two you must read at your own risk you never know whacha gonna get