WaitingTo Be held
To Be loved
To feel warmth
To feel your beating heart
Love is bitter, yet it is the bread that keeps me alive...
Over and over it fills me up, only to strave me...
The person whom I loved shapes my strength,
yet leaves me cold and alone in the dark....
Alone is not a bad way to be;
it clears my head and focuses me on my journy...
But I will be prepared to walk alone in the dark...
Wishing to be saved by someone...
but its never there...its never there...
