Everyone longs to be loved sometimes
so do i.
If i was younger
then probably i'll promised to be good
for the coming year and santa.
But right here where i am now,
i have no idea what there is
for me to offer.
Not yet the plant
wilting from the dry and scorching land,
the drought or the desert sand.
Nor the nomad
in search for the next oasis
in the dunes and plains.
A little of this,
a bit of that.
Can i be pampered
for just that little more?
Need some attention
yet against shouting it out.
So i came to here,
to make my words loud.
Have some heart for me,
just a little will do.
Please?
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