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Want to Belong?


I sit quietly 
And talk to this night,
Which gives me chills
And fills me up with thrill,
While the cold breezes
Ignite a sensation inside,

 I keep wondering,
Why do I want to belong?
What is that for which I long?
Is it
The simple talks,
The reverent smiles,
The ticklish touch,
The notorious gaze,
The teasing chase,
The long nights,
The coziness,
The deep sighs,
The random fights?
Or is it,
A moment gone by
A memory to keep
An addiction to the past
A future to seep?

 The feeling of being someone's muse,
Without any excuse
Only love being the refuge?

 Is it the freedom I crave
To be brave
And do whatever I want,
Or is it the stability of a cage
That brings me peace,
To know I have a safe place?

 Haunted by my own might
To leave everything and take flight,
What holds me back is this love,
Not for a cage, but for less space,
For fitting in and belonging,
And not having to show any longing.

 What if I could choose both?
Stay in a place till it's fun and sport,
And then move on to take the view
And come back only when it's due?

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