My mind is thirsty for recognition and praise.
In vain
My heart hungers for love, warmth and the feeling of security.
Vainly
My soul demands nourishment.
Her desire is unbelievable.
Her complaint is concealed.
Her cries are silent.
Her hunger is insatiable.
Hurt
Embrace me, but please…
don’t touch me.
P.S. I know my English is not the yellow from the egg…