The Boy Alone - Poem by Jesume Sioco
life is mournful and i was left alone,
i am little and can't find true home.
begging for their love, oh i can't wait
but i guess where i stand is fate.
sometimes i think, sometimes i question,
why am i deprive of attention,
all i want is unconditional affection.
so deeply it hurts my name didn't mention.
it is my prerogative to be loved,
that gift from the mighty above.
maybe i should not give or should not care,
eventhough it's life's only dare.
but i need it and i should feel it,
this love i beg for though i'm not used to it.
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