I want to be wanted,
I want to be your first thought when you wake up,
to be your last thought you have before going to sleep,
I want to be someone's first choice.
I want to be listened to,
Looked at, with sparkly eyes full of love.
Touched with the respect I deserve.
Warmed by hands, that could never harm me.
Reassured, by words that could break walls.
Catched, by arms that could hold me like a feather.
Hugged, by a tight loving grip that could never let me go.
Loved, like I'm the most beautiful woman in existence.
Is it too much to ask?
To be wanted?
To be loved?
YOU ARE READING
THINKING ABOUT ME AT 3 A.M.
Şiirthese poems weren't written to be published. they are really personal and autobiographical, but I wrote them to find some kind of comfort. I thought that maybe I'm not the only one, searching for someone to understand me. So, if you do... I'm sorry...
