Nothing less Nothing more

It ain't much

what I ask of.

Yet you deny me.

Not the riches.

Nor the fame.

I really dint ask

for anything as such.

What I ask of you?

It aint much.

I asked for

my hands

to be held.

A shoulder to lean.

To quell my doubts,

my fears.

Whispered assurances

when,inexplicably,

tears swelled.

I dont want to

walk alone.

I just want,

through the journey,

my hands held.

I am one of the millions

girl next door.

My wishes-

Simple.

Obvious.

At times,

pathetically unambitious-

just like most of them.

Nothing less.

Nothing more.

I wanted to be

anything but special

just let me be the

girl next door.

Nothing less

nothing more.

What did I do?

or did not.

That you won't

let me have my dream?

I asked for

a soul to share my

small world with,

someone

with whom-

all the love

life holds and

can give-

I can feel and

rightfully redeem.