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Lilac

Apr 26, 2023
2 min read

By Alina Sayed


I need someone who remembers the little things I say.

Someone who would always make sure that I'm okay.

Someone who would make his love for me known.

Whisper in my ear, call me his home.


Someone that I can talk to about my fears.

Someone who will lend a shoulder and wipe my tears.

Someone to hold me tight on lonely nights.

He will know when I'm sad and take me on long drives.


I need someone who is not afraid to cry.

Someone who likes taking pictures of the sky.

Someone adventurous, I'll make him help me bake cakes.

And I don't care about his cooking skills, I'll eat whatever he makes.


Someone smart, because I think from my heart.

Someone gentle, because I sadly haven't experienced that part.

Someone attentive, because I hate to bother.

And I'd be so happy if he takes me home to meet his mother.


I need someone to help me out with my insecurities.

Someone who understands my people pleasing personality.

Someone who doesn't mind listening to my absurd talks.

Cause I'd love to take him out after dinner on long walks.





Someone who gets excited by the thought of me.

Someone who won't question my crazy love for the sea.

Someone who wouldn't want to control my life.

He would love me with the intentions of making me his wife.


I need someone who isn't shy to compliment me in front of his friends.

Someone who’s reliable, on whom I can depend.

Someone strong, who gives warm hugs.

His hands enough to keep mine warm, don't need no gloves.


Someone who appreciates the people around.

Someone who isn't scared to speak his mind out.

Someone who will accept both me and my past.

I don't care about being his first, I just wish to be his last.



By Alina Sayed




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