Sensuously touching inner emotions and strumming them with
heartstrings torn apart from yesterday's lost love.
Missing explicit volumes of intimate conclusions now that
you have disappeared into your own eternity without me.
Thinking only of the times we used to share, not able to
yet enjoy what is still left in life.
Hopelessly looking, searching for your love, knowing that
I can never have it again, yet wanting it still.
Scathing pains, sliding across visions while watching other
couples holding hands and kissing.
Wanting you more than ever, tears start falling unbidden
from my heart.
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