Thoughts at the end.../ Men just dont talk Poems

I feel like sharing a poem I wrote with the world...
Take from it what you will, I don't share my poetry often.

Thoughts at the end...

How lucky must he be,
to get your love and affection
Whilst I sit here contented,
with your divided attention

I must admit I'm jealous of him,
to have your hand to hold
A friend to call, a lover to kiss,
a warm companion for the cold

I'm happy that you're happy though
tho it matters not that he exists,
Tho' all is fair in love and war,
why did it have to end like this...

I have a feeling that its not really finished but it seems somewhat complete like this to me....

I have a lighter one to share also....
(for all those persons out there who read my stuff and say "you're so dark and gloomy", here's one that you can just read for reading's sake)

Men just don't talk

We men don't like to talk,
We do,
We say,
Some like to play,
But we just don't like to talk,
Some act,
Some may,
Even if he's gay,
He'll just don't like to talk,
Man sleeps,
Man eats,
And as he needs a man will pee,
But talk is not for he,
Men fight,
Men bond,
But we men will abscond,
From any type of talk,
Our Nature is such,
We'll accept that much,
Talking's just not for us.


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