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Feb 2012
I have to admit that as of late I have been in want of things,
Not just superfluous items I’ll use once or twice.
The things that I want of are beyond me even.
Not trinkets or baubles or anything really.
Its unbearable this longing, not really knowing, exactly.
What am I wanting?

I want to be wanted,
To be missed
I want to feel the sun on my face,
To live without fear of living to much!
I want to dance in the rain,
To love without doubt.
I want to taste the air!
To fear no man,

I want to read every book there is,
To give courage to those afraid to want and dream,
and smile.

These things I want one can give me....
I search for them
However I never seem to be able to hold on
to the rush of the things that I want.
I think if I only found someone to want them with me,
to search and reach and help me,
Then I could keep those things.
I could want all I want.
I would try.
Try hard to keep what it is that I want.
I guess I could say I know what I’m wanting.
I'm only in want of your love.
Amanda Jolley
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