Am I just the cinnamon?
Between us, is there no connection?
In your dish am I just the cinnamon?
Why don't you ever pay attention?
Why are you always in tension?
Care and concern attribute
in giving you my love absolute,
to your happiness I contribute,
Yet you treat me as a substitute.
You have a life of your own,
My role you totally disown,
Most times I am all alone,
Feeling so lost and let down.
How can we be as parallel lines?
How can love be in the sidelines?
Communication is what defines,
A relationship that shines.
Let us take the right action,
Let nothing be a distraction,
Let us re-establish our connection.
To ensure, I am not just cinnamon.