Is it too much to ask to have someone there to warm me when I’m cold both from the weather and my own suicidal thoughts.
Is it too much to ask to have someone to lie with at night like a serpentine in a dancers nest.
Is it too much to ask to have someone care for me without asking for what I am not ready to give both mentally and physically.
Is it to much to ask to have someone keep their interest in me and not become bored and move on.
Is it too much to ask to have someone love me for who I am and not who they want me to be.
Is it to much to ask to know what love feels like without the pain and burning that consumes me so now.
Is it too much to ask to be happy for once.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What yearning poetry, the emotion is strong... It's very good.