By Marshall Hann Submitted by blessed23 Date: 2006 Feb 15 Comment on this Work [[2006.02.15.05.06.28113]] |
There are times when I feel so alone that I can no longer bare to stand (My Knees buckle under the weight) When the morning arrives with bitterness I struggle to believe that there is someone waiting for me in some unknown future (A fate that I pray may be mine) I'm tired of these nights of purel ust (tired of tasting someones flesh but denied the sweet scent of their soul) I want to feel love emanate from every moan, every word spoken in ecstacy I long for every caress to be carved from it (There is no emotion of any worth in these lonely nights I spend with you) |