Broken...

Bessy Vega
Mar 25
1 min read

Broken…

We are.

With hearts that ache for love

With souls that crave connection.

We stand with our faces toward the sun.

Its warmth, the closest thing to a hug.

Trying to remember…

What it's like to be kissed.

How it feels to be held.

We walk the crowded streets.

Avoiding other bodies.

Yet inside, we are screaming

Touch me! Touch me!

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