That soft, kind emotion is what I long for.

That thing that is so precious not everyone can have.

I yearn for that feeling one day,

I desire that feeling.

That feeling I know is warm and gentle.

I feel it through blood and friendship,

But nowhere else.

I try to give this warmth to others,

But they are already warm.

I try to scream it out loud,

But no one is listening.

I try to give them this feeling,

Because I’m alone.

I’m afraid.

I want someone to give me that feeling.

Reach from their pocket and just cover me up,

As if it was a blanket.

But I’m cold, very cold.

I wish to be warm, I wish to be comforted,

But I’m just cold.