I need a pair of arms

To gather me up in them.

Wearing a sweater

woven from comfort

and cashmere.

Arms that hold me where it hurts

deep in my heart.

I'm so alone sometimes,

at least I feel that way.

Strange that I feel lonely

when people are around.

But when I am alone

I'm not as lonely.

Funny, that.

I need a pair of arms

that keep my broken heart

from falling to pieces.

I need a pair of arms.

A pair of arms.

Arms.

I need to be held.

Loved.

Understood.

Held.