What I need is love. What I want is love. So why hasn’t it come to me yet. Years have passed, eyes have strayed, and emotions were made, all I need… is to be wanted.
A simple gesture is all she wants. That’s all she ever wanted. She just wants to know that someone out there in this wide world loves here. There’s no reason she should be alone. After all, there are billions of people on this earth, so why should she be ostracized? It’s not fair at all. She just wants to feel like she’s needed by someone else.
If you’re wanted for something it means you’ve done something wrong. people will be looking for you and will hunt you down for money. now you may try to escape these people but the law will be enforced and you will be brought to justice, But at least you can say that you tried. But what is it that you’ve done? Murder? Rape? Something worse?
but we all just want to be wanted, to feel the words in a person’s fingertips as they glide across our shoulders, wrists, nail beds, to read when they cannot yet write themselves.
i wanted to be wanted. wanted a love that was mine and i didnt have to share with anyone else. I wanted to have that feeling of inner peace of comfort. I wanted to be with you to share my world with you and only you. i wanted for us to have our own perfect union in a world of imperfection. that is all i really wanted maybe something that i still want.. just to be wanted
why is wanting so hard?
if you want me, why can’t you have me?
if i want you, why won’t you open up?
if we wanted each other, what’s stopping us?
i want to know that first.
She wanted dust, grime under her fingernails and in the ridges of her marriage ring. She breathed heavily under wet cardboard, the whole world tasted like wet cardboard, Mexican paper candy. Is this what the children eat and does it give them lead poisoning? She wanted
i want to feel wanted. is that okay? other people are without acknowledging it. and are somehow content. Maslow’s 3rd tier in his pyramid. i want you to want me. is it bad to want to be wanted? i want to know that. from you. please? i want you to tell me what i want to know.
A car drives down the street. There are no passengers. Somehow, it’s just moving along, alone. There are no others. The streets are in ruins, yet this car is new and beautiful. Cherry red. Deep cherry red, almost crimson. The headlights peer into the ruined houses along the road.
I like to feel wanted. i think everyone does…. its a feeling that you are loved. that someone sees value in you. and there is something noteworthy, something desirable about you. whether or not peopl admire you are lusty after you, i believe this feeling whether it comes from God or people is something that is, naturally, wanted. imagine thata
all anyone wants is to feel wanted. that’s what they say, anyways. it’s not always true. sometimes all you want is to be alone, for someone to just…piss off. leave you alone on your couch with a ridiculously good book and a cup of coffee and the silence…just the silence. silence is wanted, too. always wanted.
Some days, I hate couples. Not because they’re ‘in love’, or because they take up all the hallways space, or because they walk inexplicably slower when they’re together, but maybe because I’m jealous. The way they look at each other makes me feel alone. Solitary. Sometimes, I just walk right past them and wish I could feel wanted.
Then I remind myself that the single life is the only way to go.
I wanted more then just your sympathy. I wanted you to legitimately care and hurt with me. To scream with me. To give a fuck with me. I wanted you to think through all the shit we’ve been through and think, “maybe it’s okay to be real”.
i wish i was wanted in maybe the wrong way
its natural
but not neutral
i’m tending to be a bit more sensitive
sensible
longing
lust
lost
in the ether
of blues
that tonight cradles for me
in the arms of alone
Wanted. You want to be wanted, you yearn to feel the presence of another human being connecting with you, and the knowledge that you are wanted is one of the most sought-after emotions of a person. That, and love. They go hand in hand, you want to love, you love to want, and you’ll do anything to obtain either. That’s why wars occured, why friendships ended, why worlds stood still. To grasp the meaning of love, and to obtain that which one wants most desperately. Acceptance.
i wish i could be wanted more. I wish that he would want me as much as I want him. No, I wish he wanted me more than I want him. I wish that my friends would feel wanted, especially the ones that feel alone and neglected. I could want them, if they let me get close enough. I want to help the
i wanted to have everything that i imagined, but my imagination was always limited. I limit myself by boycotting my dreams and wishes, trying to escape from deseption and disappointment.
I always feel wanted. I never feel wanted. Do you ever want me? Will I ever be good enough – this is what I feel; do you want me? Will you want me? Can you want me?
to be loved. to be cared for. to have someone to lay my head on at night. to know it will all be okay. to be able to breathe. to find a purpose, discover a reason. to belong. to understand
You are the one I wanted. It was so hard to say good-bye. And your cold shoulder just enforced I was making the right decision. But my lonely, younger, naive self will always want you. You’re the one I wanted.
i was wanted by the police. they decided that i had been using too many drugs recently. I disagreed. So i ran. I wanted to be alone, somewhere I could think. Somewhere where someone wanted me. wanted me for more than my drugs.
Dead or alive, that’s what the poster said. How could my crimes be so worthy of death. And even if they are, don’t I have a say in how this final punishment is carried out? Do I want them to take me dead or alive?
To be or not to be. Popularity and exclusion for the sake of wanting to be wanted. No where to go from here. I am you and you are me. We. Side by side. Hoping for the same thing. To be wanted. I am the only one that matters! Revel and reveal yourself to me and I am ever yours. I ache. It is mine. Power; unflailing, flaccid. Alone.
I always wanted that puppy in the window. I always thought that if i could get that puppy someone would love me. It seems odd that I would need puppy to love me. Why did my family leave me when I was born? Why does everyone have everything and I nothing?
There are a lot of things that I’ve wanted. I’ve learned that usually I forget about them if I just put it off long enough. On a deeper note, I’ve often wanted things but thought I was too old to start doing them. That was true when I was 12, and it’s true now that I’m 24.
i wanted to be with you, but you did something wrong. you wanted to have both of us but now you lost both of us. we wanted to be happy but wanted different things. now all i want is you out of my life
I want to be. We all have to be wanted. It’s human nature. We all are, sometime in our lives.
Some people want us to go away, while others want to hold us close and never let go. That’s what we all want.
Its what you don’t want to be when the cops bust in your house because you’ve been hiding for like a year surviving on garbage and hope. Guess what? They just found you, and you thought you were safe in Europe didn’t you? Thought those fake passports would get you where you needed… well too bad.
Wanted. Everyone wants to feel wanted. there is no feeling that quite compares to the feeling you get upon knowing that you are wanted. One hopes that being wanted leads to being needed, therefore, there is a very fine line dividing the terms want and need.
to be wanted by someone is the best feeling in the world. it makes you feel like there’s nothing better than having someone love you, especially when you want them back. it’s probably the greatest feeling ever possible. it’s what life is for, to be loved, exactly it, honestly.
i wanted you to want me as much as i wanted you. i wanted to walk out my front door and see you waiting for me. i wanted you to realize what was in front of your face. i wanted the impossible. i want i want i want blah blah blah do we ever not want?
it’s a feeling we can’t hide nor ever get rid of. it’s our unconsious telling us that we need someone 24/7 to feed our soul and make us feel wanted in order to feel alive. sad but true.
The sign said he was dangerous. Armed and dangerous. But that didn’t concern Bill. Most things didn’t. And that’s exactly what made him the man with the most infamous reputation in the country.
the need to feel wanted overcomes almost everyone i know, if you are not wanted by somebody in this life it is easy to feel like nobody. to be wanted is to be loved, to be treasured, to be valued. but more important is to be needed, thats what we forget. anybody can be wanted, or lusted after. but when someone really needs you, thats the key.
What I need is love. What I want is love. So why hasn’t it come to me yet. Years have passed, eyes have strayed, and emotions were made, all I need… is to be wanted.
A simple gesture is all she wants. That’s all she ever wanted. She just wants to know that someone out there in this wide world loves here. There’s no reason she should be alone. After all, there are billions of people on this earth, so why should she be ostracized? It’s not fair at all. She just wants to feel like she’s needed by someone else.
If you’re wanted for something it means you’ve done something wrong. people will be looking for you and will hunt you down for money. now you may try to escape these people but the law will be enforced and you will be brought to justice, But at least you can say that you tried. But what is it that you’ve done? Murder? Rape? Something worse?
but we all just want to be wanted, to feel the words in a person’s fingertips as they glide across our shoulders, wrists, nail beds, to read when they cannot yet write themselves.
i wanted to be wanted. wanted a love that was mine and i didnt have to share with anyone else. I wanted to have that feeling of inner peace of comfort. I wanted to be with you to share my world with you and only you. i wanted for us to have our own perfect union in a world of imperfection. that is all i really wanted maybe something that i still want.. just to be wanted
why is wanting so hard?
if you want me, why can’t you have me?
if i want you, why won’t you open up?
if we wanted each other, what’s stopping us?
i want to know that first.
She wanted dust, grime under her fingernails and in the ridges of her marriage ring. She breathed heavily under wet cardboard, the whole world tasted like wet cardboard, Mexican paper candy. Is this what the children eat and does it give them lead poisoning? She wanted
i want to feel wanted. is that okay? other people are without acknowledging it. and are somehow content. Maslow’s 3rd tier in his pyramid. i want you to want me. is it bad to want to be wanted? i want to know that. from you. please? i want you to tell me what i want to know.
If I was wanted
I would cry myself to sleep
I am a broken heart
That has never been broken
A car drives down the street. There are no passengers. Somehow, it’s just moving along, alone. There are no others. The streets are in ruins, yet this car is new and beautiful. Cherry red. Deep cherry red, almost crimson. The headlights peer into the ruined houses along the road.
I like to feel wanted. i think everyone does…. its a feeling that you are loved. that someone sees value in you. and there is something noteworthy, something desirable about you. whether or not peopl admire you are lusty after you, i believe this feeling whether it comes from God or people is something that is, naturally, wanted. imagine thata
all anyone wants is to feel wanted. that’s what they say, anyways. it’s not always true. sometimes all you want is to be alone, for someone to just…piss off. leave you alone on your couch with a ridiculously good book and a cup of coffee and the silence…just the silence. silence is wanted, too. always wanted.
Love. My boyfriend. Friendship. More love. Romance. Sunshine. Blue skies. Happines. Puppies and rainbows.
If One Word was my husband I’d make you sleep on the couch. Oh, “wanted”.
Some days, I hate couples. Not because they’re ‘in love’, or because they take up all the hallways space, or because they walk inexplicably slower when they’re together, but maybe because I’m jealous. The way they look at each other makes me feel alone. Solitary. Sometimes, I just walk right past them and wish I could feel wanted.
Then I remind myself that the single life is the only way to go.
I wanted more then just your sympathy. I wanted you to legitimately care and hurt with me. To scream with me. To give a fuck with me. I wanted you to think through all the shit we’ve been through and think, “maybe it’s okay to be real”.
i wish i was wanted in maybe the wrong way
its natural
but not neutral
i’m tending to be a bit more sensitive
sensible
longing
lust
lost
in the ether
of blues
that tonight cradles for me
in the arms of alone
Wanted. You want to be wanted, you yearn to feel the presence of another human being connecting with you, and the knowledge that you are wanted is one of the most sought-after emotions of a person. That, and love. They go hand in hand, you want to love, you love to want, and you’ll do anything to obtain either. That’s why wars occured, why friendships ended, why worlds stood still. To grasp the meaning of love, and to obtain that which one wants most desperately. Acceptance.
i wish i could be wanted more. I wish that he would want me as much as I want him. No, I wish he wanted me more than I want him. I wish that my friends would feel wanted, especially the ones that feel alone and neglected. I could want them, if they let me get close enough. I want to help the
i wanted to have everything that i imagined, but my imagination was always limited. I limit myself by boycotting my dreams and wishes, trying to escape from deseption and disappointment.
I always feel wanted. I never feel wanted. Do you ever want me? Will I ever be good enough – this is what I feel; do you want me? Will you want me? Can you want me?
The man who runs runs because he is wanted, he runs because he wants and wants because he is wanted.
to be loved. to be cared for. to have someone to lay my head on at night. to know it will all be okay. to be able to breathe. to find a purpose, discover a reason. to belong. to understand
You are the one I wanted. It was so hard to say good-bye. And your cold shoulder just enforced I was making the right decision. But my lonely, younger, naive self will always want you. You’re the one I wanted.
i was wanted by the police. they decided that i had been using too many drugs recently. I disagreed. So i ran. I wanted to be alone, somewhere I could think. Somewhere where someone wanted me. wanted me for more than my drugs.
Dead or alive, that’s what the poster said. How could my crimes be so worthy of death. And even if they are, don’t I have a say in how this final punishment is carried out? Do I want them to take me dead or alive?
what i wanted was, what?
what i wanted always changed,except one fundamental one: to be myself.
To be or not to be. Popularity and exclusion for the sake of wanting to be wanted. No where to go from here. I am you and you are me. We. Side by side. Hoping for the same thing. To be wanted. I am the only one that matters! Revel and reveal yourself to me and I am ever yours. I ache. It is mine. Power; unflailing, flaccid. Alone.
I always wanted that puppy in the window. I always thought that if i could get that puppy someone would love me. It seems odd that I would need puppy to love me. Why did my family leave me when I was born? Why does everyone have everything and I nothing?
I want to be wanted by you. I want to hear possessiveness, passion, sex when I hear you call my name.
There are a lot of things that I’ve wanted. I’ve learned that usually I forget about them if I just put it off long enough. On a deeper note, I’ve often wanted things but thought I was too old to start doing them. That was true when I was 12, and it’s true now that I’m 24.
i wanted to be with you, but you did something wrong. you wanted to have both of us but now you lost both of us. we wanted to be happy but wanted different things. now all i want is you out of my life
I want to be. We all have to be wanted. It’s human nature. We all are, sometime in our lives.
Some people want us to go away, while others want to hold us close and never let go. That’s what we all want.
Its what you don’t want to be when the cops bust in your house because you’ve been hiding for like a year surviving on garbage and hope. Guess what? They just found you, and you thought you were safe in Europe didn’t you? Thought those fake passports would get you where you needed… well too bad.
Wanted. Everyone wants to feel wanted. there is no feeling that quite compares to the feeling you get upon knowing that you are wanted. One hopes that being wanted leads to being needed, therefore, there is a very fine line dividing the terms want and need.
to be wanted by someone is the best feeling in the world. it makes you feel like there’s nothing better than having someone love you, especially when you want them back. it’s probably the greatest feeling ever possible. it’s what life is for, to be loved, exactly it, honestly.
i wanted you to want me as much as i wanted you. i wanted to walk out my front door and see you waiting for me. i wanted you to realize what was in front of your face. i wanted the impossible. i want i want i want blah blah blah do we ever not want?
it’s a feeling we can’t hide nor ever get rid of. it’s our unconsious telling us that we need someone 24/7 to feed our soul and make us feel wanted in order to feel alive. sad but true.
The sign said he was dangerous. Armed and dangerous. But that didn’t concern Bill. Most things didn’t. And that’s exactly what made him the man with the most infamous reputation in the country.
the need to feel wanted overcomes almost everyone i know, if you are not wanted by somebody in this life it is easy to feel like nobody. to be wanted is to be loved, to be treasured, to be valued. but more important is to be needed, thats what we forget. anybody can be wanted, or lusted after. but when someone really needs you, thats the key.