I want someone
That will protect me
The way she protected the child
I want someone
That will cherish me
The way she did the child's smile
I want someone
That will hold me
The way she wished to hold the child
I want someone
That will love me
The way she loved the child in the pictures
The Child Is Herself. I Am Her.
YOU ARE READING
Wilting Flowers
Poetry" I fear the wilting flower within me will hurt you. I worry I will never love long, and that I will be the last flower to give you air. " A book of poetry for my thoughts and my secret words.
