I wrapped you up tightly inside my old lost memories <br />of what never really will be future true or our past <br />It is just that it grows lonely here in these cold, hidden shadows <br />of bitterness, pain, heartache, and shattered truth dying fast <br /> <br />More than once while I slept I took you out to dream waltz, <br />My soul's twin to caress and make hungery, crazy love on the ground <br />No there is nothing I can imagine quite as fulfilling or as exciting <br />as the raw astral magic of your warm body engulfing me all around <br /> <br />Now awake, I seek just a signal, an offering, a revelation of your love <br />Whilst bloody wars and famines rage with legions dying, sick and insane <br />selfishly my soul yearns only for you to take me inside our own secret hiding place <br />Too late I realize no one on this earth, especially me, truly soothes another's pain <br /> <br /> <br />Nicky Mc<br /><br />Nicky McNeil<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/who-really-cares-4/
