You are
loved sometimes,
Cared
sometimes,
Still a
crave for someone is there.
Can’t say
why?
Eyes look to
and fro,
For that new
beginning.
Can’t say
why?
Why does
love fades…
With the
growing time and needs.
Can’t say
why
Still the
hope of being loved,
Is still
there,
Deep within.
Can’t say
why?
I guess we are all like the character in your poem
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