different.

warmth radiating between searching souls,
young hearts searching for easy love,
someone to stand by,
a touch or gesture.

pass the time with me,
his touch lingers in my mind.

why? why?
i though i didnt want this anymore.

will he be different?
doubtful thoughts plague my mind,
reinforced by words from biased elders.

i just need someone to be different,
i just need someone to treat me differently,
but what is this different i want?