hungering for a blessing©
Oh this so called life,
just cuts me like a knife.
My heart and soul bleeding,
not getting what i'm needing.
Can't live without his touch,
1 hug craved so much.
His arms around me tight,
haunt me day and night.
And just 1 tender kiss,
would make my world bliss.
But since these things gone,
no peace to feed on.
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