Brooding seems to be the order of the day
I am lost for words and don’t know what to say
I wish you would stay
Even if it’s just so we could play.
When the night comes and I lay
All I can do is pray
For another way
to throw away
The opinions that you have of me that won’t sway
Though I know your response is nay
I try not to keep at bay
The emotions that would relay
To you that I am Okay.
Third Culture Wife. 