when i miss you i churn inside,
boiling over white hot,
this chaotic ride
eats my minutes dividing me inside,
the heat moves me to crazy extremes,
with focused inability,
toward the aching need it seems,
wishing you need me,
and yet i never break the rules,
no chances that I’ll give up,
though I sit with the fools,
who know the taste inside that cup,
of trust and faith for the final gift
of what it is we all aspire,
and though opportunity reels
it’s face to mimic you - my desire.
I have to wait aching in patience
for the gift we share in ourselves,
toward the freedom of what
we are and where our heart delves.
don’t run away to close
to taste and not to touch,
i miss you…
is that too much?
don’t run away from us,
don’t walk away from this,
i can’t see you hurt thus,
when i know you miss…
so hold to the touch you know,
receive the gift that God does bestow…
I miss you…
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