I miss ya 20/2/2001
as I lay sprawled
like a child
on my bed
scribbling
attempting to create
when my mind can't focus
since I can only think of you
Biting my lips
I struggle to craft
the words
needed to touch you
what would be good enough
what words would be worthy
to be written by
the soft light
at my bedside
happiness like the bubbling of a stream
can't concentrate
I feel powerless
speechless
immersed by too many words
and emotions
and the music
wanting to hear a song
but can't think of one
that fits how I feel
content but there`s
something missing
and that is you
knowing that I could
possibly reach you
through these words
and when the day will come
to embrace you
and hold you in my arms
I look forward to that
wonder how I can
longer resist cos
I have been touched by you
touched deep inside
and I know that it's worth
the effort
of waiting
for a special lady like you
who I can touch in the same way
cod 2001