Perhaps it's the loneliness I've felt since I was a kid
That makes me yearn for people to love me,
To listen to my stories even if they're boring and simple,
To know all my favorite things and what I don't like along with it,
I want to wake up seeing their face,
waking up to their smile and morning kisses while their body pressed against mine underneath the soft warm blanket,
Heated up by the sun blaring from the window.
I want to feel comfort.
Someone to help me pick myself up after I crumbled down in their arms the night before,
and they won't judge my ugly crying face as they wipe my tears away.
They'd hug me close and whisper sweet things to my ear and cracks up a joke,
Just to see me smile again.
But no one still does.
May 1, 2020
May 1, 2020 at 7:04 AM UTC
Perhaps it's the loneliness I've felt since I was a kid
That makes me yearn for people to love me,
To listen to my stories even if they're boring and simple,
To know all my favorite things and what I don't like along with it,
I want to wake up seeing their face,
waking up to their smile and morning kisses while their body pressed against mine underneath the soft warm blanket,
Heated up by the sun blaring from the window.
I want to feel comfort.
Someone to help me pick myself up after I crumbled down in their arms the night before,
and they won't judge my ugly crying face as they wipe my tears away.
They'd hug me close and whisper sweet things to my ear and cracks up a joke,
Just to see me smile again.
But no one still does.
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