Her touch fills my heart so much,
Helping me move on, from the touch which is gone.
I lay at night and wonder with delight,
For the day she comes back, and puts my life on track.
I miss the days, with her wild and exiting ways.
When she touched my heart, I would fall apart.
How could those fingers, leave such a feeling that lingers,
In my soul, refusing to let go,
Because it felt the love, that fit like a glove,
Making me surrender to that feeling that would render,
Deep inside, making common sense and reality collide,
With a fantastical world, created by that girl,
Who is endlessly on my mind, making me blind,
To the fact, that she will never come back,
To a life full of bland, without her guiding hand,
To lead the way, for which now I must pay,
The price of being alone, a fate I shall never condone,
For I am permanently scared, eternally on guard,
As I never again will trust , the deceiving nature of such a blinding touch……