Would you notice me?
If I picked a bright colour
Would you finally see?
If that colour was red
Would it tempt you near?
Would it give me a face,
Would it show you I'm here?
If I used up the paint
To make me look hot,
Would you want to be near me?
Probably not.
Your work takes your time,
You are consumed by the clock.
I wish I could stop it:
Tick tock, tick tock.
Each day you come home
Just after five.
I wish for some sign
That you know I'm alive.
Lips covered in paint
Is not going to work.
I can't believe I am married
To such a huge jerk!
(Purely fictional as my man is fabulous!)
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