Sexual FrustrationA Poem by Gustan Joseph
No one seems to care about the conditions of the covers in which I lay.
When there’s nothing left to talk about I won’t talk Because it’s not like you care anyway. I’m giving up and sitting down But the frustration saddles in comfortably and wants to stay. Their pretty faces french kissing. Envy builds of what I’m missing…… Day after day. Even when I snack in quietly, Desperation won’t go underneath the covers with me. © 2013 Gustan JosephAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorGustan JosephTampa, FLAboutGustan Joseph. I like writing poetry. It's become a clever way to document the things that I go through in life. But for the most part I'm a no body, but I like to think I'm a nice person. But you kn.. more..Writing
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