But the thing is
I will never admit to anyone who's met me
how desperately I want to be loved
I don't think I could say it.
But I want to scream it
How I want someone to hold my wrist, kiss my palms, & smile a cheeky smile only for me, and want me.
I want to be wanted
I don't know
I don't how long poetry will substitute for being wanted.
For the feeling, a tender love.
-m.j.h.
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(Poetry)Beginning of The Unknown.
PoetryThis is a collection of short stories or as I like to call them poems. Although, they are dark and yet pure and soft. I hope you're able to remember moments of kindness and happiness. I thank you for the opportunity of sharing these moments with you...