Such Longings


I want to feel something

I’m tired of having nothing

I want to be doted upon

As the thread of life is spun

I want to have the heartache

I want to eat and have my cake.

I want the worrying

Worrying that comes from loving

I want oh I want Boy

Even though he be so coy

I want to smile at his devices

And giggle to his sweet nothings.

I want to keep awake

I want to cook and clean and bake.

I want to ease and please

Someone other than myself at least

I want to laugh and cry

All at the very same time

I want to love and hate

One very special ingrate

I want to hope for more.

I want to fill my cup let it pour

I want to have someone to miss

I want to have eyes and cheeks to kiss

Is this too much to ask

Is this so great a task

I want to cry a brook

Dry cheeks spoil the look

I want to wear his clothes

Remove them and not fold

I want to watch the stars

And dream of places afar

I want to hold his hand

Convince myself he’s more than a man

I want to fly like a dove

Oh I long for boy to love.

“Keep love in your heart a life without it is like a sunless garden where all the flowers are dead”

Dear Oscar Wilde 💖💖

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Pencilmarks and Scribbles Magazine was founded in 2017 by Clara Jack to be a home for African writers, asking them to come as they are and giving them room for growth. The publication aims to give back to the Nigerian Literary scene for the things it has given us.