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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 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 cage, but for less space,
For fitting in and belonging,
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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