All I Have Is Questions
Is it to much to ask for some late night caking?
Passionate kisses and hugs
kiss the very tip of your nose
then sit with my head in your chest
and just exhale
while I just cry
with your hair to soak my tears
and let all my walls down
and for the first time you're there.
Would I be good enough if my hair was long?
If it went down my back as straight a pin
and blow with the wind?
Would you accept my flaws and all?
if there a little cream in my coffee?
if my skin was fair like moca or caramel?
or even the color of butterscotch?
Would I be beautiful?
Why am I here?
having no real value or use.
the state of being used for some purpose.
the reason for which something is
created or for which something exists.
live, especially under adverse conditions.
So why am I here?