I’m scared I’m so scared. Scared that I will die alone. So scared that I will never have that some one that will love me so much that they will give up every thing just to be by my side. I’m so alone. I’m lonely for that one person. That one person for me that I am destine to have to make my world not just a dream but a reality for me to touch and smell and see with my own hands and eyes. My dream is so rich I color and the breeze going by has such strong fragrance. The sun. The sun shines to bright I want to just fly to meet the flares to embrace the heat for that sun. But this isn’t the world I want to live in if I can’t have that person. The person I need. Without that person I see it grey. Still grey not light not darkness not breeze Just still grey. That is all I see. And touch? All I feel is cold that cold a blanket can’t touch The cold that can never be heated with a flame. But only with the touch of that person can the spark ignite the emptiness inside me So I sit in the grey Sit in the cold Sit without the touch that feeds me This This is what im so scared of Cold, grey, night, no breeze not sweet fragrance A void. Like the visions in the dark that could be there I just need my light that one person to be my color Be my light Be my breeze to bring in the smells for life I crave so much. So I sit and wait Wait for that person to answer my call Still I call Still you do not answer Still you do not answer.
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