Night turns to the bright day
The longing persists
Angel is miles away
The need burns the soul

I crave your soothing voice
To fill the holes of my soul
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my dad says you're a scatterbrain
my friends say that you're to blame
my grandma wants to take you to harrison
and I want to be in your arms again.
you told me you don't like food
because you picture it chewed up
and the presentation is all a facade hiding what it will become.
maybe that's why you didn't even chew before you spat me out.
I told you I don't eat because it's something humans need
and I don't like to be dependent.
but you're a new kind of craving
that a cigarette
won't help me to forget.

I crave real love.
That "let's build our future together" type love.
That "Nobody's perfect, but you're flawless to me" type love.
I want that "grab my face and kiss me in front of everyone" type love.
Real love.
Sharing secrets between sheets love.
Introducing family members love.
That kind of love that regardless of how far apart you may be, you're still able to say that every ounce of that person belongs to you and only you.
Comfortable with or without clothes type love.
That "Call me because I miss your voice" love.
I'm looking for my true love.
The love who keeps me warm on winter nights.
The love that tells me he loves me even when I'm at my worst.
I hope to find that love soon.
Or maybe I already have.
Because I'm nothing without you.