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SPARE TIME GIRL

Poetry By: Luvving
Poetry



Who wants to play second fiddle to their partner's bit on the side?


Submitted:Jul 9, 2012    Reads: 11    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   


Spare time girl

When you come to see me within an hour, there is always one who's calling your cell phone.

You leave the room to answer, in secret whispers,

Then return saying you've got business, you've got to go!

And I've no choice but to ask myself, if this is all I am?

As the call was from a woman, which makes me the spare time one.

I refuse to be your spare time woman, time for us to part.

I have wasted too much time already, with this matter of the heart!

Honey when we're cosy, snuggled up in bed some nights.

You always get a call on your cell phone; then you quietly go outside.

You repeat the same thing, how your business friend just called.

Say you'll see me later but for days, I don't see you at all.

Yes you turn up once again, sweet talking tales of love for me.

But this time I've got your number babeh, no you won't succeed.

If you want a spare time woman, then this is the wrong address.

I will not play second fiddle, I am due some happiness!

By Luvving





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