Cryptic Touch
I still remember how you used to touch me,
What you took from me,
You took my hope of listening to a old crouch,
I’m not going down again to feel your cryptic touch,
This will lead me back home!
And I still remember, the words you hold,
And I’m still waiting for you to come back old,
I’m finding evidence of how you must have felt,
It’s like razorblades,
It’s cryptic &s;criptures,
Infecting my resistance,
Just to resist my pain,
It’s over raving in this world,
And I, am still waiting,
You need to return, for my sake,
I still remember how you used to touch me,
What you took from me,
You took my hope of listening to a old crouch,
I’m not going down again to feel your cryptic hold,
I don’t know how to explain what you took when you left me,
And for the love of God,
I need to feel the touch,
Just one more time,
I didn’t want to be alone,
Not again since you left me cold,
In the dark,
This was my story of the cryptic touch,
Do you have a story to tell?
I miss you, L.