The Young The Needy The Hurt

They fall in love differently... The young, the needy, the hurt Youth will taste of bubblegum kisses Under the blessing of the moon Hotter than the August humidity Holding hands in naive nuzzling Guzzling every elicit and explicit hour Believing all begins and ends In each other's eyes The Needy find a lifeline tossed A sturdy anchoring to safe harbor Building nesteggs and making omelets Steadying themselves for tomorrow Against the pillar of promises They hope are kindly kept Having someone to stand beside When they are besides themselves Sometimes settling for some compromise Watching for an opened umbrella Under cloudy skies The Hurt seek shelter In the cavern of someone eles Barely breathing their breathless desire To be a voice heard by anyone Other than the wind They trade-in, trade-off, But rarely trade-up Stuck in the silence of another Sunday Spent reading separate sections of the New York Times Wishing they remembered what drew them together Not knowing what tears them apart