Three Seconds Notice
Submission- My back hurts from bowing down.
Attraction - Was once so strong now cant be found.
Affection - One gift I wish you would return.
Frustration - as I accede.
I do not deserve your frigidness, such callousness,
yet I persist. Whats wrong with me?
I told you "you cant be replaced",
you showed me Im disposable.
Spit in my face, as I submit, so I quit!
