The crave of touch.
Not the dirty kind
The one that\'s pure,warm and loving.
But such touch is not tender, not anymore.
Deeper intentions hidden labelling it romance
But tis\' not the touch I crave
One where you\'re free in your skin
And not judged you being you a kin.
The idea of love is to feel whole
But in the end tis\' not the same
They end up flaunting their flaws
Not embracing but breaking through minimal fights.
What is to love when you are broken?
Attention, attraction, fake relationships
Boring texts end up being a situationship
Cheating present in every love, such a surprise breaking young hearts.
Love can\'t be this
Atleast not the one I know of
Can\'t it be silently waiting, watching
Or one where you give it your all and not loose yourself
But such love can\'t exist
Where everything is layered with plot twists
No place is safe and no one feels home
It\'s not necessary to fall but I die lonely...
What if love resurrected the way it is in its form?
Would people crave or fear or such concept would shaken their mediocre minds.
In the end,we all have our versions,
Maybe the love I look for will still remain lost till another soul try to dive into the depths.