Saturday, January 2, 2010


The never ending ache
That I cannot forget
All I need is a bite to eat
That would surely be a lovely treat
The constant overbearing burn
As my tummy continues to turn
They pass me in their lovely frocks
They look down on me with frowns and smirks
She is my age perhaps a little older
The gaze is undeniably colder
She looks like she has had her fill for the day
I wish I had something if only for just today
Now they are further ahead but I still feel their stare
Would have been nice to have someone care

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