I don’t need someone that sees what’s good about me. I need someone that sees the bad and still wants me.
Sadly, I still think of you
The best thing about the bedroom was the bed. I liked to stay in bed for hours, even during the day with covers pulled up to my chin. It was good in there, nothing ever occurred in there, no people, nothing.
If tears starts to fall from my eyes,
will someone be there to wipe it dry?
Will someone be there to kiss my forehead
and say ‘Please don’t cry.’
Will someone be there to return my smile?
Will someone be there to make me feel new and fine?
Will someone be that someone I’ve been waiting for?