I'm still wishing for that day to come
When someone would be afraid of losing me
Someone who would never, ever let go
What would the feeling be?
I'm curious of being held
I'm curious of someone holding on Because I'm always at the broken state
And the one trying to move on
I wonder what it would feel like
To actually feel special to someone
But that would probably happen
When the moon becomes the sun.
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Naive Girl
PoetrySitting on the bench Thinking about what we used to be And hopelessly imagining What we could have been Completed.
