A/N: The second of my four birthday poems. This is in Starscream's POV. Enjoy.
Cover art by mucun : / / mucun. deviantart gallery/ 33791351?offset=24#/ d1fmc40
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Annoyed
I'm frustrated,
And he continues to work.
I want affection,
He thinks I need space.
I desire a relationship,
He behaves like a friend.
I give up,
He's too dense to see the signs.
I walk away,
He notices me leaving.
I don't stop,
He asks what's wrong.
I screech,
He winces at the noise.
I clench my servos,
He finally sees what's wrong.
I turn away from him,
He grabs me and holds me close.
"I'm sorry," he says.
I sigh in defeat,
I could never stay angry at you for long.
A/N: Obviously this is pre-war.
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