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