My Feelings are pieces of paper,
crumpled,
With two feet trampled.
No one listens,
Nor see how my eyes glisten,
The tears remain in my soul,
Yet, with a smile I stand tall.
No one is aware of me,
What I perceive they never see.
My true feelings I am always hiding,
Cause my very own, only want to hear good tidings.
They are not interested in how I fare,
To tell the truth if I dare,
They think I want pity,
Leaving me alone and empty.
Everyone thinks I seek attention,
But all I want is connection,
A little understanding,
That is heart to heart,
A big hug for a start.

I had a dream last night
about you

You were laying there
on the blue flowered couch
In the living room of my mother's house

The dinner was ready and I came to get you
I stretched out my arms to you and wiggled my finglers
I had been thinking about holding your hand
But you touched my fingers and pulled yourself to two feet
You dropped my hands and pulled me into you
I snaked my arms around your waist
and rested my head against your chest
Even now I can feel your arms around my shoulders

You kissed me on the top of my head then
and held me tighter
Short lived dream missing a beginning and end
but it was all I could think of when I woke
laying there in the comfort of slumber
pulling my blanket closer to me
as if it was you

green eyes and blue jeans,
lips like a mint dream.
crew necks and boxer briefs,
hands to touch me gently.
love me, love me,
hug me and hold me,
against your freckled cheeks;
don't ever set me free.

-a girl thats needy