a poem about longing

Clouds Through the Ceiling

The quiet girl in the corner
Sits waiting
Dreaming of touch
And desires not yet fulfilled

The quiet girl in the corner
Waits her turn
To be real
And to breathe in.

This poor lonely girl
Still believes in love
And desperately wants
Things she cannot name.

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