Hark, hear me shout.
I'm calling and gasping
My voice rasping.
I'm screaming inside.
I'm wailing without.
Lost and all lonely.
Dear God hear my shout.
I look at my shoes.
There's a hole in the soul.
Bit like my heart,
All full up with hole.
Poor soul.
Poor shoes.
Black velvetish
Feeling quite blue.
Could I love you?
I like to cuddle and touch.
Almost as much as you do.
I'm so very lonesome.
I sense you are too.
(c) Livvi