Am I really longing for love
Or do I wish to feel something but an endless blank ?
Do I want butterflies in my lungs?
Just a heartbeat of something love-like, to be frank
Just a head full of thoughts, poppy or tulip thoughts
And some passion with lust and some care on the side.
Or a head in the clouds, or some trust, maybe lots
To be covered with love, to get smashed with its tide
To wake up being kissed on the nose, on the back,
On the shoulders and lips and so on and so forth
To be treated with fondness, respect... to be kissed on the neck,
To be theirs, as if I’m the first, not the sixth or the fourth.
Sharing evenings and toast, even secrets and stars
Feeling real and authentic, and like showing old scars
Oh, those fantasies, dreams, oh those visions of us
Boy, I’d ditch my belongings, all, to get one damn buss
22/06/2020
am I
© Copyright: Поэзия Седого Мальчика, 2020
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