Black Butterflies; Sonnet 4
I had high hopes for you. Maybe too high.
I don't expect a prince. I don't want one.
But to hold my heart like the moon and sun.
Don't praise, but cherish my loving supply.
To make me feel wanted, that's all I'll need.
But you seem so thoughtless. At least of me.
Don't you ever wonder what we could be
If you just took the time to plant a seed?
I really don't think I'm asking too much.
Are you scared? Are you hiding? Open up!
Need me! I have enough to fill your cup.
If all it is you need is just my touch.
I beg that you spare me some attention.
Even pretend that I hold your affections...
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