If desiring was an object,
  then suffering would be the price.

She cries every night
tears streaming down her face;
She needs to be loved again
she's forgotten the taste.

The taste of the sweet kiss
that once made her smile;
She needs to be held again
if only for a little while.

She needs someone to talk to
when she needs a friend;
She has a broken heart
that she feels cannot mend.

She needs to be loved
forget the tears;
She needs someone who'll be there
forever throughout the years.

All she thinks about
are the times you had together;
You both said
you would be forever.

She needs someone there for her
she knows she can trust;
This isn't just a want
this is a must.

With all the signs of "true love"
she has been shown
She still cries at night
'cause she's still alone.

She needs to be loved again
someone's baby girl;
Someone who will tell her
she is his world.

I didn't feel like talking
but I like being with you
the Quiet full with thoughts and musings and possibilities
your presence illuminating
my cold soul within.
Understanding
even when you don’t fully understand what a broken cold soul I am
you moved further away
though
not too far, but far enough
far enough to miss you
far enough to lose you
enough to forget you.
The silence, one that held serenity
became loud
deafening almost
when you moved
your presence a mere memory.