Here I am again.
Fantasizing.
Hoping.
Wishing.
Praying.
I want to have someone embrace me with such warmth.
Such care.
Somone who would follow me to the end of the planet Somone I could follow.
Even if we followed each other, it wouldn't last longer before they left to.
Each gets quicker than the last.
2 months turns to 3 weeks, 3 weeks turns to 2 days as it settles there.
I hope to be with them.
Sure mabey i can't stick to one gender I'd prefer to date but...
Dose that really mean I'm unworthy of love?
Forever wishing...
Reading...
Trying...
Praying...
But still as it stands...
I'm alone again.
YOU ARE READING
Dust in the vents
Poetryyou'll find out more about well whatevers in her when you read but tws will be provided if needed and also I hope you enjoy the poems that roam in the vents
