Missing You
I lay in bed and twist and turn because my heart does yearn.
Poem #47: Holes
_holes_ there are holes inside my heart they can never be filled with the love i crave they stretch and widen creating a black cavern inside my heart yearning for feeling red and black blood seeps out this heart is weeping for the
A Year Without Rain (song lyrics)
I'm missing you so much, can't help i'm in love, a day without you, is like a year without rain, the stars are burning, i hear your voice in my mind, can't you hear me callin', my heart is yearning, like the ocean is running dry, catch me i'm fallin', it's
Emptiness
Closest friend, to live each day as it passes just as lonely as the last, the inside is crying hidden suddenly by the smile, to feel acceptance is to open up to more pain and denial, love like a rain cloud only there long enough, to make the desert yearn
Animal Hunger
Worlds subside behind that insatiable yearning, the biting heat burning a hole through years of guided stage direction.
Aftermath
Away into the water below the bridge my wishes drip, until not one stays the illusion holds me closer than any of my dreams the comfort of a shadow is my elegant mistress whom stands before me and serves an empty heart whose shell yearns
The difference
To see myself alone with no one it makes me think of bain not fun the peace two souls have are neat and all the love really just for the treat without the determination, the yearn of my nation the nation of wolves would be dead....
Melody for a Broken Heart
Poem the strings are cold on my fingertips and my lips are mourning for your lips bitter tears are streaming down my cheeks again staining my yearning flesh with bruised heartache and filling my dreams with tarnished memories of then you were once my
Kidnap
Regardless of how much he strained and growled, yearning for her in ways that he had not thought it possible to yearn for another fur until he met her, she wouldn't give in, bringing herself quickly to the edge and then backing off again.
Brotherly Love 2
His eyes wanted to open, they yearned for vision, but his eyelids would not allow. the grip his dream had upon him was beyond his control, and it became all he could focus on.
Purgatory
Although, the other duplicate foil has the same scar, but yearns for it to be healed; tortured by the pain-staking evil of its counterpart. as both parts search for the cure, they attempt with a purgatorial median.
Poem #24: Illusion
Mind ponders blood waits heart yearns to feel it enter your soul, a tragedy to be sure. love has no love.