WHAT I WANT
A friendly smile,
A simple hello,
A light touch,
All these I look forward to
every morning when I awake
A little help with the door,
A ‘how was your day dear’
An ‘it will be ok’
Is what I hope for every evening
An ‘I’ll be there for you
A comforting hug
And a goodnight kiss
Is all that I yearn for every night
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| STRANGER | 0 | 05/15/2013 |
| LETS PRETEND' | 0 | 05/15/2013 |
| AM BREAKING | 2 | 01/15/2010 |
| IN LIFE | 0 | 11/13/2009 |
| WHAT I WANT | 0 | 11/13/2009 |
| love | 0 | 04/08/2009 |
| Look at me | 0 | 03/24/2009 |
| My dream | 1 | 03/24/2009 |
| My trumpet | 2 | 03/23/2009 |
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