Watch their eyes oogle
And hungry mouths drool
Chosen are the ones in the spotlight
Whose images are burned into the pupils
Of many eyes
It makes me wonder if they feel the same
About me
Am I desired too?
Flashing through the minds of those I crave?
Do I receive the privilege of Being
Looked upon with lust?
Too afraid to ask
Maybe afraid of the answer
So I sit alone in silence
Sadness carefully tucked away
Under my pillow
Stored for a rainy day
If only yes!
It's been spoken before!
But when to believe
With the notion
Of being gifted merely by association
Empty words uttered from those poised lips
~Me