touch

Im tired of the lonesome nights 

Im tired of the longing for something ill never have

The touch that I cry for is something my body will never feel

The laughs Ill never get to share 

The feelings Ill never get to share.

I read the books with the stories of love because thats the closest Ill ever get

Those feelings I get second hand keep me moving 

This madness cause a war to rage in my head that Ill never get to win because the only thing that will cease the battlefield 

is

your

touch.

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