Damaged Children

Some children,

Search for love,

Everywhere.

They do not know

What it should be,

What it looks like.

It seems like love

When people

Pay them attention.

It is a desperation,

A deep craving.

Sometimes,

All they need,

Is a voice of reason,

Imparting wisdom.

A man that wants nothing,

Does not touch you,

Will not hurt you,

Calms your fears,

Allows you to confide.

That is all you are

And can ever be.

 

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