Touching Me
The night in
your parent’s house
upstairs
Beautiful…
I went to visit
Without you
Now so cold without
you
And I miss you
Your bedroom
So soon
It was empty
You should be touching me
Wallets empty
Pockets torn open
But please know
I’m trying
Trying to get there
Sometimes its just me
Scared
But I’m trying to get there
I’ll get there
You’re overwhelmingly vibrant
Shine absolutely brilliant
Baby
Pick me
Choose me
I’ll never not love you
I’ll never not love you
I cried
For the first time
Today from missing you
Missing all of you
And you should be touching me
I’ll never not let you
You should be here
I should be there
now
And you should be touching me
Copyright © Joy Bohland | Year Posted 2013
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