Need
Love.
It courses through my veins.
It makes me feel alive, and suddenly I'm harmonious.
Like that of a newborn child, my heart radiates with warmth.
Without it, I am a flower with no sun, one who will wither and die.
Nothing more than a hardened shell that will crack and break.
If I can't have love, I don't wan't anything else.
This poem is about:
Me