I sometimes I don’t believe we are in love
Your attitude and the way you go it slow
leaves no room for intimacy.
Perhaps you consider me old
and so find it not fitting for me loving you .
You need men young enough and ajile
Men presantable enough to be your men
I only a shelter to hide from the sun’s heat.
But one day ,
when your days shall be over
your time come to pass
and those who used twist your brain disappeared into thin air out in search for better looking women
You grown to hag
You shall remember me .
But alas I shall be gone
in search for someone in earnest.
15 August 2015 .