I feel we are being drifted.
We say a few words a day.
My heart feels like a token.
There’s been days.
There’s been nights.
With out a word.
Cold winter nights.
Been waiting months for a hug.
At least she smiles and says she loves.
I wait for months to be held.
A marriage with out touch keeps.
Me thinking there might be another love.
All I wanted was to be held and showed.
Embrace me for god sakes I am yours.