I hear that you are miffed at me
It's all in your voice.
It seems like you are pushing me away,
But I guess it's your choice.
I wish that you would tell me
What you think and feel.
I'm hoping what we had
Was at least a little real.
Are we moving past the problem?
Or moving on in life?
I can't get you out of my mind,
But I don't want no strife.
I just want what we had
With a lil something extra.
Was it just me...
Or wasn't it special?
I guess you didn't like
What I had to say.
But keeping things to myself
Is so yesterday.
Respect me.
Adore me.
And express yourself carefully
Cause I'm not down with dealing warily.
Five years of eggshells
Have left me a little thin skinned
I have to build me up
And take it all in.
I hope you'll come back to me
The opposite causes dread
But if it doesn't happen
I'll have you in my heart ... and always in my head.
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Or wasn't it special?'..
A very special poem. Loved reading it, Petula.