To Be Loved


Sometimes when I awake at night
I break out in a cold sweat
A nightmare so frightening
I reach out for someone
Whom I can’t find,
Someone to hug me close
And tell me it’s all a dream
Why is it easy to fight with a friend
But so hard to say “I Love You”
To be able to just feel
The warmth of a hug
Or the tender loving care of someone
Is what we search for in our live
But sometimes it feels
Like an elusive dream
And when I wake up
There’s no one to hug me
Or tell me I’m special

By C. E. Pereira
(February 1987)


Author: cepcarol

I'm a Eurasian of Portuguese, English, Scottish and Malay heritage. And my extended family are of Chinese and Indian heritage. My world is made up of different colours like the rainbow. And like the rainbow I am unique. Reading is my form of relaxation, to escape from the drudgery of daily life and enter into a world of the imagination. It is the love of reading that has led me to try my hand in writing short stories and poems. I hope that in some way my stories and poems will take you for a little while away from the drudgery of the present into the pages of imagination. To new friends found, I bid you, Welcome. Sincerely, C.E. Pereira

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