Wednesday, July 29, 2009


a broken heart
a torn up dream
everything goes wrong
it seems

every time i try
i lose
there is nothing left
for me to choose

a warming hug
a gentle kiss
these are things
that i most miss

and i miss the touch
of warm soft hands
and the one person
that just understands

everyday i am
being taunted
for what i want most
is to be wanted

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