the quench of longing.

‎yes, i guess ‎i am a hopeless romantic ‎despite everything, here i am ‎still daydreaming ‎pondering & wondering. ‎what or when? ‎im losing hope ‎but still asking mine ‎i cannot imagine a future with someone ‎but i see myself clinging to one's arm ‎maybe it's the warmth, ‎the strings of attachment, ‎or maybe the thought of me belonging to someone. ‎the soul that yearns, ‎love so thirst, ‎longing for something that never hers. ‎too much yearning ‎leads to longing ‎be wary of love, don't turn longing to spite ‎even if it slips like water through fire ‎some loves are meteors, not sunlight.