Taken For Granted

I have a burning question
tell me just where I stand.
Am I just someone to have around?
Or part of something grand.

You never seem to notice
the little things I do.
Unless of course, I take the time,
to point them out to you.

Like a child with a toy
I marvel at your affection.
Then it's gone just as quick,
or is this a misconception.

Whenever you choose to speak
I listen with eager ears.
Into a silent void you slip,
leaving the eyes filled with tears.

A bit of your attention
just a tiny little part.
Would work a miracle by stopping
this aching in my heart.

So tell me the truth
please don't leave me hanging.
Do you even care for me.
Or am I a game you're playing?

written by: Rhonda
8-16-01