My Heart Cries From the Inner Essence of My Being
My heart cries
from the inner essence of my being
And my spirit is slowly dying
Because I miss the simple things
That true love and affection could bring
Like holding hands or just cuddling
And hugging each other every now and then
And talking to each other for hours on end
about anything and everything
And I miss all the other things in between
Because it gave my life a whole new meaning
And a deeper understanding of everything
And now that all of those things have been missing
My heart cries
from the inner essence of my being
And my spirit is slowly dying
Because I miss the simple things
That true love and affection could bring
Copyright © Dean Masciarelli | Year Posted 2009
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