there's this need --
in my heart..
wait.
no.
it's my soul.
my soul is the one
that has this
need..
it's oh so strong
and keeps returning.
there's this
deep ache
and craving
for the physical touch
in a way
i don't get everyday.
my soul
craves
to hold someone
in a way
thats indescribable.
my soul
craves
to be held
by someone
in a way
that makes me heal
from inside out.
it's not even
manageable anymore.
it's taking over me,
the feeling washes over
in red and blue --
craving more
and more
each time.
Sep 6, 2025
Sep 6, 2025 at 9:57 PM UTC
there's this need --
in my heart..
wait.
no.
it's my soul.
my soul is the one
that has this
need..
it's oh so strong
and keeps returning.
there's this
deep ache
and craving
for the physical touch
in a way
i don't get everyday.
my soul
craves
to hold someone
in a way
thats indescribable.
my soul
craves
to be held
by someone
in a way
that makes me heal
from inside out.
it's not even
manageable anymore.
it's taking over me,
the feeling washes over
in red and blue --
craving more
and more
each time.
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