when even your laugh falls empty
on my ears aching for something real
skin wanting a warm touch of love
not just of passion or neccesity
but pure feeling...
not expecting a blow job or a fuck
but brushing away the tears
i didn't think i wanted you to see
--raindrops of melencholy falling harsh
crashing hard and spilling out my soul--
leaving me here alone with only the comfort
of the night wrapped in nothingness.
