Yearning in Vain

Sometimes I dance in a graveyard
while the moon reclines among the nitid throng above,
Singing,
“I want to be loved”
“I will be loved”
“I want to be loved”…

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s