Feeling unloved, abandoned, unworthy.
I sit here and reminisce the good lovely times.
My restless soul sleeps in the tangled thorns.
The moon is anvil to my mood, thinking about the promises.
When will I find what I can truly call mine.
A longing for tenderness, touch and love.
The fireflies are gone….they’ve flown their way.
On the nights, my soul mate does not appear.
My eyes twinkle, towards the tiles on the floor.
Seemingly, the light seemed to be deeming hope.
A feeling of being Loved.
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