Means Everything to be Loved

You see it's precisely like this. . .

some days, I LIKE me
and some I don't.

some days I search with passion
and sometimes I won't.

some days the wall is solid;
my heart is locked up tight.

some days the wall is fractured,
letting in a lil' light.

sometimes I ponder a while,
"Can I be loved / will I be liked?"

But always a gentle smile ----
will begin to tear my wall apart!

I want to stay open
I want to keep defenses down
I don't wanna be hiding
just in case,
genuine love comes 'round.

Now I don't always see
the gentle hand
that reaches (far) out to me.
And I don't always
understand
the intentional reasons;
but I don't wanna care ----

I just wanna be liked
and if the first step is care
and for longer than while
there exists an embracing smile
I shall learn. . .

For it means everything to be loved.