You change yourself every time you work, <br />Like wearing new jeans and a new shirt. <br />Your face changes from its state of playful dismay, <br />To one that's ridged and defaced with betray. <br />How much does it hurt you inside, <br />So much that you have to hide. <br />I know your hobbies inside out, <br />Its a vile one - I have no doubt. <br />But I'll stay by you, <br />If you'd just make time. <br />To talk to me with peace of mind, <br />When your not consumed by a different kind. <br />A lovely thought I'd love to talk to you when you have time, <br />But it seems your wrapped up in those wonderful workings. <br />If i could just scream at you and not feel hurt myself, <br />No doubt - again - I would no doubt. <br />Because everytime you change those clothes, <br />You think you've fooled them - but they know. <br />Everyone knows, <br />Its a feeling inside... your hobbies are vile - I have no doubt. <br />Just make some time you 'big stupid man', <br />I want to say 'hi' every once in a while and not have to make plans. <br />Not to be rushed and raced through topic and topic, <br />Like time and time again. <br />I don't want 'cats in the cradle' to be our life, <br />Just want to talk and feel like your here again. <br />You know the feeling under the layers of lies, <br />The barriers you've build just to disguise. <br />Just give me some time, <br />Pick up the phone when I dial. <br />I promise, <br />I'll make those minutes worth while.<br /><br />Ashley Fortin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hobbies-4/
