Yearning

Yearning for human affection.
Seems all I get is deflection.
Spend my days being bored.
I don’t like being ignored.
Most of your words are toothless,
So why do they seem so ruthless?
Yearning for anyone to hear.

Wanting someone to hold dear.
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