Touch

You took my heart,
Broke it in two,
Now I don’t know,
What to think or do,

I got what I deserved,
Because I didn’t protect you from fear,
I begin to bleed,
As my eye sheds a tear,

I wish I was there,
I hate myself for it so much,
Now because of this,
I don’t even have your tender touch.

© Samantha Jayne Reed
Wrote on October 21st, 2004