In a room full of people; I still feel lonely.
No matter where i am; I feel lonely.
Your arms was my safe place.. and now they are a vacant space, being filled with temporary guests.
There is no more us, and I cannot accept that.
My treacherous memories sneak up on me; preventing my wounded heart to heal.
I continue to beg when I know it won’t change.
My body craves your touch; almost like an addiction.
My desolate heart weeps, hoping you come home.