beating into the darkness of alone,
closing into the depth of morbid thoughts, wanting only the worse,
staring at the hopefull with such hatred,
only to mirror the hopeless feelings of regret.
A Gentle touch comes near my cold soul, yet it stands so far away.
A Heart breaks, smashed by loss and regret,
and only repaires itself, to be smashed once more.
Calling into the shadows,
Hoping for the return of faith and lovely warmth,
Yet nothing echoes the calls,
not until my heart curls, and dies with my hopes smashed,
longing for that gentle touch of love once more.
A Gentle touch returns of his fingers
softly gliding down my cheek,
keeping my soul together,
as I lay in his arms, covered with warmth of his heart.
Smelling his scent, which leaves me dizzy and lost in dreams.