A Poetic Essay

2.11.2020

My Desire


I look into your eyes, you seem to smile
You were talking, but I can’t hear your voice
I touched your face, but only air I felt
I held your hand, only to realize I was holding mine.

I need to feel how to be loved by you.
I want to be happy being with you.
Even if I know, it's merely for a while
I am holding on for the chance it might.

That someday you can love me too
And I can hold you close to me
Although for now, I could not do
Because you are holding someone else's too.




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