I Want To Be Loved

I want to be loved, so badly, It's becoming more of a need than a want. I want to be seen as somebody’s moon— A gentle reminder of light in their darkest hours. I want to be someone’s breeze— To always be felt, even when unseen. I want to be somebody’s sun— A light that shines so bright, they can't help but notice. I want to be somebody’s star, So they could point at me and say, "That’s my star." I want to be someone’s art— A work of imperfection, yet treated so perfectly. I want to be someone’s heart— An organ that gives life, beats strong, and endures. I want to be someone’s poem— A conversation with paper, an expression of words left unsaid.