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Aug 24
It might sound weird but hear me out
I yearn for yearning, not aloud
I yearn for “love”, the truest kind
But in my place it’s hard to find

I’ve never felt this “love” before
Where you give everything and more
When you have one that calls you mine
With late night walks that make you shine

Where is this “love”? How does it feel?
I fear my heart is out of steel
I should be “loved” and feel it bloom
Yet all I get is lonely doom

So tell me please, when will I know
If I will ever catch that glow
If I’ll get one to love and tease
Just struck me once, I’m begging, please
Written by
kiyori  in the wind
(in the wind)   
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