Thirsty for love.


Thirsty for love
She looked here and there

One step further
And she paused

Hunger emerged painfully
But she stood there carefully

Wind blowing through her hair
Her eyes closed waiting for someone to care

A bit empty she was
A bit hollow perhaps

Her face had a story
And eyes so melancholy

Like the deep oceans of hurt
Like the deep rivers of blood

Flowing through the dark shadows
Even at night

Wrapped up in her arms
She was scared

So cold
So pale

But her quiet lips spoke
Tragedy of the days

When her heart was taken away
By the ruthlessness of them

She learn to hate
Blackness was enough

But even then she remained
Thirsty for love


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