I'm not desperate for the touch...
I'm desperate for the love
For the embrace
Instead I'm alone
With myself
Lonely
Sometimes I cry
And I feel pathetic
To cry over such unimportant things
Yet they effect me
I miss the warmth
My blood has gone cold
But I'm so scared
My heart is so bruised
Scarred and patched
I don't think it could ever endure
Anther heart break
But I just want to be held
I want to love as much as be loved
But before I can open my heart to another
I have to come to love myself
To trust myself
My lonely days will go on
For now
Until I can love
Without tears
Without heartache
Those are the days I look forward to