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The Desperate Wife

Why cant you see me anymore, Why cant you feel me. I still want you ,need you, miss you. But you keep turning away. You don't take your time with looking into my eyes anymore. You need to stare a little longer, dive deep through them to reach my soul. But you dont, you just don't. I still am the young lady you met 10 years ago. But i, just like you ,got lost in my daily routine, like a helpless child in a grey forest, feeling cold and confused. Running in circles waiting for you to find me, to guide me to the green fields with the beautiful wild flowers, where we used to run, play and explore our erotic senses me and you? I still am that passionate woman, In need of your touch, But you are always busy and i work too much. I still am that little young girl that wants to be spoiled by you, But you only see the wife in me, like some duty to do. I'm only a shadow of a mother to your children, not the red hot light once your desires have been longing to. Good morning ,good evening,good night ;lets sleep. Where did the words vanish ,of meanings so deep. I miss you but i need you to miss me too. And release me from this feeling like i wasn't worth of even trying. Cant you see l'm grieving!? With invisible tears, believe me i AM crying. If you are longing for passion then please start to explore somebody who has been sleeping right next to you , since ten years or more. I need to feel wanted so i can give you what no other women on earth could ever do. Just be really here with me when you are there, and when you kiss me then don't just kiss me. Kiss me like it would be the last kiss. Kiss me as if without that kiss you wouldn't be able to survive. Kiss me as if love and hope were depending on us both to keep them alive. Depending on ME and YOU.

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Date: 4/10/2015 10:50:00 AM
actually i have been there years ago, but i was also inspired to write because of a story of a married male friend. i put my self in his wife's shoes and started to write.
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Date: 4/10/2015 10:41:00 AM
Hey Mona, This is a heartfelt piece from you of longing and need from your loved one. The old timers say that: A wife needs to know how to be more as time passes by because men are one track minded. She must learn to be a feisty-passionate lover (not waiting for him to do it), a whore (to make sure he's turned on at all times), a friend (in whom he can confide without fear of reprisal). A lot to ask of us, right? (But it works!). Very nicely expressed poem from you. Be Blessed, Neva
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