"Birds of a feather"Reaching over to feel you there,Slowly inhaling the surrounding air.Retracting my hand I feel quite at ease,As your breath tickles my face like a soft summer breeze.Watching a film, lying together,A typical pairing "birds of a feather".We are not special in any way,But we still live from day to day.Suddenly I don't feel so alone,Sitting in a basement, cold as stone.This time, as the white flakes fall out doors,Your body warms me, each and every pour.Nothing else in the world is better than this,Waiting, maybe, for a probable kiss.But even without that, it'll be okay,The wait is what's most fun anyway.For it's t
Someone of my own...I feel like there's something missingSomething a parent's love cannot fixWhenever I'm talking to friendsI sometimes still feel lonelyI don't want to be one of those girls that constantly needs a relationshipBut someone to give a hug or watch a movie to fill that void is something I long forLately time is like a burden, weighing on my shouldersSome days are so hardI quietly seek comfortBut as hard as it is I have patienceAnd will not delve into something unknownI'll wait and let things happen as they shouldMaybe somedayMaybeI'll have someone of my own