When I'm alone in my room sometimes I stare at the wall and in the back of my mind I hear my conscience call. Telling me I need a girl who's as sweet as a dove for the first time in my life, I see I need love. There I was giggling about the games that I had played with many hearts, and I'm not saying no names. Then the thought occured, tear drops made my eyes burn as I said to myself look what you've done to her. I can feel it inside, I can't explain how it feels all I know is that I'll never dish another raw deal. Playing make believe pretending that I'm true, holding in my laugh as I say that I love you. Saying amor kissing you on the ear, whispering I love you and I'll always be here. Although I often reminsce I can't believe that I found a desire for true love floating around. Inside my soul because my soul is cold, one half of me deserves to be this way till I'm old. But the other half needs affection and joy and the warmth that is created by a girl and a boy. I need love. I need love.