Echo by Melina Raven Maness DieboldAt night
My hands
Live for your touch
But they do not feel it
They survive only for your touch
But it still isn't felt
They exist only for your touch
But it is still absent
So then they die for your touch
At night
My soul
Pains for your embrace
It hurts for your embrace
in vain
it aches
But still no open arms
It throbs
Until it finally becomes numb
At night
My arms
They cry out for you
But you do not hear them
So they scream for you
yet you still cannot hear
They keep screaming for you
then they weep
until they cry themselves to sleep
04/02/2002 Posted on 04/02/2002 Copyright © 2025 Melina Raven Maness Diebold
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