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You Don't Get An Award for Making Me Come
by Elizabeth SeagoMaybe I'm just not over myself yet.
Which would explain why I only halfheartedly giggle
When you kiss me,
Lately.
Yes, lately.
Originally there was a spark.
I believe I lost it with the realization that
I may have lost myself.
I honestly can't tell you what would make me
Swoon, because I've never made me swoon.
I'm the wrong person to ask, really.
These things you should instinctively know.
Perhaps you just caught me in between it all.
Somewhere in the middle of Jaded and
Open.
Yeah. Right next to that cute little coffee shop.
On the corner of weary and halfhearted.
When giving head is a chore
And I've really got to concentrate to get wet,
I'm pretty positive all the signs are pointing to-
I'm not ready for you yet. 06/13/2008 Posted on 06/14/2008
Copyright © 2025 Elizabeth Seago
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Jolie Jordan on 06/14/08 at 05:44 AM The last four lines.... niiiiice. |
| Posted by Johnny Crimson on 06/17/08 at 12:53 AM I'm the typical male, breathing heavy in the wake of your words. Ha this was great. |
| Posted by Nanette Bellman on 09/18/08 at 03:52 PM This is going on my favorites. I can think of a million guys that need to read this. Bravo. |
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