I miss the warm feeling ,
Of being held ;
Somehow appealing,
Instead of being repelled .
These arms feel different ,
She never lets me go ;
Inconsiderate ,
To let the rest of my emotions grow.
She’s the only one around ,
When I feel alone ;
I can’t be found ,
When I’m not shown .
The only one who hugs me ,
No entitlement ;
Without warranty ,
Or judgment .
Her purpose is to embody,
I’m scared of what she sees ;
We are nobody ,
I am her and she is me.
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Comments1
Well developed. This one's hook hits hard in the last line. Well written.
Thank you so much
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