How do I tell you,
How these expectations
Kill you,
Some days you are excited
To receive what they give,
And you think they met your needs,
Unfortunately what they met was
Their own demands and deeds,
And to add, when they Deny
You the access,
Betrayed you feel,
Not knowing how to deal,
Because what you did Receive
Wasn't out of love
But their own need and greed,
It wasn't love
But the extra time,
Devoted to you
Only when they had some,
Oh how my heart breaks
When the interval it takes,
To understand
What just happened,
And to decipher
The real intentions
Of the heart and the mind,
To be diplomatic and seem kind,
So much to understand,
As if we were a part of a Plan.
Good one
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