Do you want to love? Do you want to love?  Do you want to love? Do you want- I want to be wherever I am free. -------------------------------------------------------  "Baby do you want to be loved?" She said to me. Her arms were squeezing my shoulders to the point I knew I would have a bruise. I couldn't really focus on her words as her dull but beautiful light brown eyes shed tears that I couldn't count after 30. Her hair that use to blow in the wind was now is a tangled uneven mess. She didn't look the same; she looked like one of the women I normally see on the corners when I walked home from school. Yet through all of that, I could still feel my mother. My wonderful mother, Samantha Reagan Harris.  "Did you hear me Cam? Do you want to be loved?!" She shook me this time gaining my attention. And through all of this, from the moment she took me out of my room and drove me to the train station, I didn't cry. I didn't feel good, but I didn't cry. I know that my mother was distressed, so there wasn't any sense for me cry.  "Ye-yes momma. I want to be loved." I stuttered while glancing around and watching the people board the train. I didn't even have anything with me except for my bookbag and my teddy bear I got from my best friend. "Then you go and be loved." She stated while they called for the last call of people boarding the train.  "You have to go now baby; I'll catch the next train on over there." And with that she pushed me towards the train and watched me get on it. I turned around to wave her goodbye, but she was gone. She didn't leave a trace or remembrance that she was standing in that spot. Nothing and when I got to Pennsylvania and made my aunt wait for the next train to come, my mother didn't walk off of it. She didn't come back for me and she didn't give me of what I thought I wanted; To be loved.
Do you want to love? 

Do you want to love?  

Do you want to love? 

Do you want- 

I want to be wherever I am free. 

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Want To Love

Love is too simple, yet it's too complicated. Love is friendly but it can be your worst enemy. Love is wanted and then it's despised. Love is so unclear to me and that's why I didn't want it anymore. But life has a funny way of turning me around and making me question:
Am I ready to give up the thought of wanting to love?

Do you want to love? Do you want to love?  Do you want to love? Do you want- I want to be wherever I am free. -------------------------------------------------------  "Baby do you want to be loved?" She said to me. Her arms were squeezing my shoulders to the point I knew I would have a bruise. I couldn't really focus on her words as her dull but beautiful light brown eyes shed tears that I couldn't count after 30. Her hair that use to blow in the wind was now is a tangled uneven mess. She didn't look the same; she looked like one of the women I normally see on the corners when I walked home from school. Yet through all of that, I could still feel my mother. My wonderful mother, Samantha Reagan Harris.  "Did you hear me Cam? Do you want to be loved?!" She shook me this time gaining my attention. And through all of this, from the moment she took me out of my room and drove me to the train station, I didn't cry. I didn't feel good, but I didn't cry. I know that my mother was distressed, so there wasn't any sense for me cry.  "Ye-yes momma. I want to be loved." I stuttered while glancing around and watching the people board the train. I didn't even have anything with me except for my bookbag and my teddy bear I got from my best friend. "Then you go and be loved." She stated while they called for the last call of people boarding the train.  "You have to go now baby; I'll catch the next train on over there." And with that she pushed me towards the train and watched me get on it. I turned around to wave her goodbye, but she was gone. She didn't leave a trace or remembrance that she was standing in that spot. Nothing and when I got to Pennsylvania and made my aunt wait for the next train to come, my mother didn't walk off of it. She didn't come back for me and she didn't give me of what I thought I wanted; To be loved.

"Baby do you want to be loved?" She said to me. Her arms were squeezing my shoulders to the point I knew I would have a bruise. I couldn't really focus on her words as her dull but beautiful light brown eyes shed tears that I couldn't count after 30.

Her hair that use to blow in the wind was now is a tangled uneven mess. She didn't look the same; she looked like one of the women I normally see on the corners when I walked home from school. Yet through all of that, I could still feel my mother. My wonderful mother, Samantha Reagan Harris. 

"Did you hear me Cam? Do you want to be loved?!" She shook me this time gaining my attention. And through all of this, from the moment she took me out of my room and drove me to the train station, I didn't cry.

I didn't feel good, but I didn't cry. I know that my mother was distressed, so there wasn't any sense for me cry.  "Ye-yes momma. I want to be loved." I stuttered while glancing around and watching the people board the train.

I didn't even have anything with me except for my bookbag and my teddy bear I got from my best friend. "Then you go and be loved." She stated while they called for the last call of people boarding the train. 

"You have to go now baby; I'll catch the next train on over there." And with that she pushed me towards the train and watched me get on it. I turned around to wave her goodbye, but she was gone. She didn't leave a trace or remembrance that she was standing in that spot.

Nothing and when I got to Pennsylvania and made my aunt wait for the next train to come, my mother didn't walk off of it. She didn't come back for me and she didn't give me of what I thought I wanted;

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