the sweet tenederous
feeling of love
which I feel inside
my lonely heart
the truth of not
being in love
is tearing me apart
the whips of feeling
are hurting my soul
twisting and moulding
like unwanted gold
the blood is dripping
from my injured soul
waiting and wanting
to be touched, to be healed
touch of dark angel
with cold frigid lips
Asif Baloch
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/touch-33/
