What a beautiful feeling it must be
To feel chosen
From millions of personalities
From millions of faces
From millions of heartbeats
To be chosen by someone
To be held in their love and warmth
And to be able to give my love freely with no fear
I can only imagine how comforted my soul will feel
Knowing that someone is holding me in their heart
In the palm of their hand
Inbetween their ribs
Cradling me with care and love
Whispering my name into the darkness like they're reciting a prayer
Stroking my hair like it's woven out of gold.
I don't pine after this beautiful feeling anymore
Having felt the absence of this feeling has filled me up and tore me down
I've become numb and unknowing of what this feeling must be like
I see lovers through a lens and live vicariously through them
I send them love and prayers and hope their love never wavers.
For me, touching love and feeling her warmth is as close to me as the stars.
I don't feel bitter for not being chosen
But sometimes, like tonight, it breaks my heart.