Longing Something

A million kisses given
A million hugs received
I sit alone
in a cold room, illuminated by a blue light,
my boring life.
I stare at this blue light as my life passes by.
The tree in a desert, almost dead.
Waiting for water.
Wanting sun.
Wanting...love.
No kisses given
No hugs taken.
One life wasted but one life longing.
Just one thing.
Its so simple yet too far or not good enough.
Never good enough.
So I keep sitting alone, waiting, wanting
As dark waters kiss me where it feels....good....