All she wants is to be loved
All she wants is a heart-felt hug
All she wants is to be wanted
Not paranoid or memory-haunted
All she wants is a little time
By taking some, is it a crime?
To show her that you really care
Heal a heart or watch it tear
All she wants is to be told
And not feel like she’s being sold
To hear the words “I’m here at last.”
“Let’s make up for this tragic past.”
All she wants is to be kissed
All she wants is to be missed
Here’s the things that I can list
With hearts in hand, don’t make a fist
Don’t make a fist.
– Your Neighborhood Motherless Child
Oh dear…
What do I have to say about this poem….?
This one really struck me you know…
…cause I really don’t write a lot of love poems
If I’m being super honest, I wrote it and then read it out loud and my eyes started to water.
I guess I’ve been bit more on the emotional-side lately which is great fuel for poetry but damn… I don’t really know what to think about this one.
Emotion is it’s simplest form.
Nevertheless.. Enjoy!
(Bows)
– Your Neighborhood Motherless Child
A Cup of Tea with a Motherless Child 