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Lots of people in my life,
But you are only rife.
Softest of pillows to comfort my sleep,
Yet I crave for your lap when I weep.
Dozens of birthday wishes at midnight,
Still, the only thing I want is your hug so tight.
Heaps of thoughts my mind occupy,
Even so, I wish to hear only your lullaby.
Tons of problems I bear,
Your voice, "It'll be alright" is all I want to hear.
Thousands of smothering blisses,
All I desire is your goodnight kisses.
Remedies do have the power,
Not more than the care you shower.
Too many people to stay,
I just need to hear your words, "Its okay".
They ask, "Who can never be replaced by another?",
I reply, "The extraordinary creation my mother".
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Rambling of an Introvert
Poetry20 PO || You realize the time when you have a screaming fight with your mom or the time when you got silent treatment from the one you talked the most or the time when you're being ignored by the person you wanted to care the most, or sometimes when...
