Why You're Not Calling

sometimes i wonder why you don't call.

i know the reason, but i don't want to say.

you'll tell me something else,

something that's much more pretty.

once again, you'll spoon feed me

the rose scented shit i so desire.

we'll kiss,

we'll make up,

i'll be ok.

then you can return to him

so you can be happy.

i'll be wondering

why you're not calling

and he'll get to enjoy your smile.