We are all victims of life.
Some are painfully ignored
desperately searching for love,
striving for acceptance and worth,
comfort absent in our childhood.
Do you remember missed hugs
accomplishments unnoticed,
never realizing pride.
Hushed were the words needed to thrive,
sad were the hearts that broke often,
hidden tears and dark corners
lonely solace for any child.
And when you are dying
I will still hold your hand
comforting your last moments...
even though.









and much love~ Desire~*~



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