I want to feel something,
I'm tired of having nothing.
I want to be doted upon,
As the thread of life is spun,
I want to have the heartache,
I want to eat and have my cake.
I want the worrying,
Worrying that comes from loving.
I want oh I want Boy,
Even though he be so coy,
I want to smile at his devices,
And giggle to his sweet nothings.
I want to keep awake,
I want to cook and clean and bake.
I want to ease and please,
Someone other than myself at least.
I want to laugh and cry,
All at the very same time,
I want to love and hate,
One very special ingrate,
I want to hope for more.
I want to fill my cup let it pour,
I want to have someone to miss,
I want to have eyes and cheeks to kiss.
Is this too much to ask?
Is this so great a task?
I want to cry a brook,
Dry cheeks spoil the look.
I want to wear his clothes,
Remove them and not fold.
I want to watch the stars,
And dream of places afar,
I want to hold his hand,
Convince myself he's more than a man,
I want to fly like a dove,
Oh I long for boy to love.
"Keep love in your heart a life; without it is like a sunless garden where all the flowers are dead"
Dear Oscar Wilde ππ
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3 comments:
I love this poem
I love i love i love itπ―π―
oh such, such longings.
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