what's it like.?.

to know what it feels like to be held in a friends arms...

to feel someone who truly wants to get in to what resides in my heart...
would it consume the emptiness i carry with me through life.?. 

my wonder is the doubt to be seen as worth to correct the belief that rests in my mind...

to enjoy the way comfort gets used to how trust commits...

to feel breaths upon my lip trying to entice me into passion unable to be held behind the lips...
thoughts crawl through the wild side of this constant curiosity that cannot find it's way...

as bodies bare the skin to become the answer to remember a familiar face..

to be able to go home to that one person never to fade into the blue...

to set sights on the luv i cling to as the only choice i could ever fall in to...
life jus might have a different outlook through my very own eyes...

my heart would be willing to compare compassion's lit by the need to claim what's mine...

to live with a use that doesn't hide behind walls as depths wanna be known...

to be muted long enough to mingle in relations craving to have someone without me that is alone...
the unexplained void would accept the dreams set aside to wait on the presence of sighs...

i'd reason to the delivery in which comes together n focused on the joy's that come from inside...

to know what it's like would be so nice in ways smiles could be amused...

to jus be opened up without having to always be somehow abused n misused...
meeting daylight after resting heads on pillows in the thrill to complete nights...

the things capabilities could show would form a bond unknown as of yet as the wonder dies...