What is it

U think i complain, am never satisfied
its not that im just a little mystified
cause were to strangers passing in the night.

last night i begged u to hold me
u did but soon turned away
then this morning u put your daughter where i longed to lay
you arose and walked away
and when u came back u got ur kids and never though of me

i may complain, but its because i feel so empty
not quite a part of this family
u got what ur wanted now ur happy
but for me nothings changed
still standing outside looking in

im a woman, body filled with desire
if not for a touch, just a little love, im not asking for too much
instead i lie here, not sure which way to go
for to walk away would mean losing you
and yet to stay means i'll lose me.

by Tracylyn browne