I need your presence..
Don't cry when I cry.
I am not an infant
But I need a shoulder to
Cry on...
May you hold this candle
For me until dawn..
I need you trust me and believe
In what you don't see...
I am living In a different World
Please hold my hand..
This vision is too hard to explain.
I know your stomach hurts..
So is mine.
Let's do this together and prove
Your real love to me now
On these withered leaves..
Every soul that will introduce
Itself when the leaves are
favoured by the new environment..
They will be considered as
Acquaintances..

Buven ThePoet