What is it like..
To have someone to
Want to hold your hand,
When you shiver in your sleep,
Or when its too cold
For yourself to keep-
-warm in the arms,
Of the loving embrace,
like the light through the night.
When you're the Earth,
and they hold you into-
-place of the blood driven,
One-stop-heart motel,
As the sign illuminates
No vacancies,
Except when they are around-
-the world that shall give,
Anything but not everything,
A flawless image of imperfection,
Him, her, you.
A present for the forgiven.
So,
How is it like to feel loved,
By someone other than
The ones who taught you
Love existed?
Because I would like to feel that too.
Feb 26, 2015
Feb 26, 2015 at 11:13 AM UTC
What is it like..
To have someone to
Want to hold your hand,
When you shiver in your sleep,
Or when its too cold
For yourself to keep-
-warm in the arms,
Of the loving embrace,
like the light through the night.
When you're the Earth,
and they hold you into-
-place of the blood driven,
One-stop-heart motel,
As the sign illuminates
No vacancies,
Except when they are around-
-the world that shall give,
Anything but not everything,
A flawless image of imperfection,
Him, her, you.
A present for the forgiven.
So,
How is it like to feel loved,
By someone other than
The ones who taught you
Love existed?
Because I would like to feel that too.
© 2015 Izzah Batrisyia
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