Being me
Poetical blurts of a subdued mind
Friday, January 27, 2012
Wants
You see eyes held.
You see hands reaching out.
You see smiles reflecting.
You see love.
You think you want that.
But you see, that's not what you want.
What you want is someone to need all that from you.
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