Missing Love
I set here wondering if you will ever come. I don't know your name. I don't know what you look like. I don't even know when your coming or if you even are. Your the only thing on my mind. Your the thing that keeps me thinking, and awake throughout the night. People say I need you. I believe every word they say. People tell me that your a gift. A gift that I need to find and keep to myself. They say you will make me happy for so many reasons, in so many ways. Why cant I have you now. Why cant I find you. Why don't you make it easy to find and have you. I don't know anything about you just yet, but supposedly your described as love, and your within another human being that's seeking me to, but also has no idea who I am. For we have to find each other on our own. We have to seek each other out. When we do find each other, for then and only then our craving love for one another shall connect.
Copyright © Ayla Pendergraft | Year Posted 2018
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