I long to be known.
To be seen.
To be heard.
I long to be held,
In a comforting embrace,
And told that everything will be okay
I always thought someone would find me.
That it would be a perfect teenage romance,
Like you see in stupid fantastical films.
So I waited.
And waited.
And waited.
But no one came.
I was a naive fool.
Maybe it's just not meant to be.
Feb 13, 2025
Feb 13, 2025 at 3:03 PM UTC
I long to be known.
To be seen.
To be heard.
I long to be held,
In a comforting embrace,
And told that everything will be okay
I always thought someone would find me.
That it would be a perfect teenage romance,
Like you see in stupid fantastical films.
So I waited.
And waited.
And waited.
But no one came.
I was a naive fool.
Maybe it's just not meant to be.
