My urge to Chain Smoke

My foot taps as I sit on the edge,
I'm being impatient I know.
As your sitting across from me,
Emotions your face does not show.

I'm always the one who speaks first,
I think now the tables should be turned.
Tell me what you're thinking....
Explain to me that it's my touch..
My lips, my hair, my kiss that you yearn...

You are my urge to chain smoke,
But with every puff I refuse to inhale.
For I would not want to give you the satisfaction,
I show no weakness of being controlled by a male.

As soon as I put one out despising your thoughts,
Another will soon rest upon my lips.
I fear these little games we always seem to play,
I'll avoid eye contact,
I'll keep my secrets below the surface...
But there's too many words, with no courage to say.

Just kiss me and say how you feel,
Wrap your loving arms around me.
I am secure and safe when I'm with you,
In your bed I’ll sleep peacefully.

I knew this day would come,
I just always lied to myself.
You've found someone new,
And put my heart on the back shelf.

You are my urge to chain smoke,
But now I am weak and inhale.
My hair wont be so golden,
And cheeks not so rosey, they're now pale.

My foot still taps as I sit on the edge,
I'm being impatient I know.
"I wont cry because it's over,
I'll smile because it happened"...
I'll become stronger, for your pain helped me grow.

"I wont cry because it's over,
I'll smile because it happened"...

Written by someone else... from some philosipher not sure who. =o)