I have never wanted so much,
than to love and be loved back.
Oh but a touch of a love is spell
with how it weighs me down
who would tell?
Devoted to the 'Good mornings'
without which my day would fade pale
'How was your day love? '
And i wouldn't feel like an empty shell.
But is that all?
All i wanna know is there exist out there.
Someone who thinks am all fair,
Distant from ugly.
Someone who cares.
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