Attention—yes, that's the truth laid bare,
Not love or longing, just wanting a stare.
A need to be seen, to be held in the light,
Admired for... what? I can’t answer right.
I miss that rush for life’s smallest thrills,
Those easy laughs, those effortless frills.
But smiles feel stiff, like they've gone stale,
And here I am, casting wishes like hail.
I miss you—don’t drift away,
I’m hurling for attention, begging you stay.
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Original thoughs:
I want attention that is the only truth
I cannot say it is love im after since I have my need to be known, to be view with admiration and for what?
I miss my excitement at the small things I used to get into, I can't even fake a smile anymore
Im hurling for attention
I miss you
Dont leave me
YOU ARE READING
some peoms
Sonstigesit's my own personal thoughts on anything I actively think of at any moment which I sometimes make into Poems
