• I'm reaching for you
    Missing your very breath.
    I'm yearning for you
    And aching to the point of death.
    Your voice, touch, smell and smile,
    teatering back and forth on the brink of insanity.
    Your room, bed, couch and clothes pile;
    My mind is filling with calamity.
    I'm lost here, all alone.
    I no longer care about anything.
    Waiting by this stupid phone.
    Wishing it'd be you, the next ring.
    Hoping I can fly to your side,
    My heart twisting and turning
    To where we meet and colide
    It is you for whom I'm yearning.