'All that’s left to ask of you...'

I utter to my tender heart, I beg and I implore... To try to make it beat a little better; I NEED TO BE ADORED! Yet, There is definitely a void. Space beyond my view, Locked within compartment, My sadness box of black... especially for you. For, you are the reason, My solitary bind. But matter not it happens now, It is not you I wish to find. Politely I remember, The fondness of a kiss, Smoothly stamped... On salivating lips. Stumble on, I do, An endeavor, a pursuit, To find myself a picture, That will no more just include, The need I have for you. It is not you I wish to find, And yet you sit inside my pouring mind, Free for moments very brief, My time it seems is filled with grief. However... I digress, I must confess... I utter to my tender heart, To find a way to love. No more to beat so long and old, I NEED TO BE TOUCHED. I need somebody to stroke my hair, And hug me when I’m down, Someone who will talk to me, When my sadness creeps around. A person to remember, The little things we share and do, Someone who can finally discard, My sadness box of black… especially for you. Perhaps I look to hard, Maybe I don’t look. I utter to the tender heart... That you took. I guess this be a plea, To my solitary bind, Can I have my heart returned, So no more in love I will be blind. Thank you. Written January 18th, 2002 © on Jan 18 2002 04:10 AM PST, harry luck    0 • 1