in the night, a poem

In the Night

The nights are the hardest
Lying alone in the dark silent loneliness,
Feeling empty and devoid of emotion
Knowing that there's no one out there who is thinking of me
No one who has had their soul touched and enflamed by mine
No one
I have no one to hold me,
To pour my secrets out to, to hold my hand.
I have no one to softly kiss, to sing to me,
To whisper, to set me free
No one to make me laugh, to look in my eyes
To make me blush
I have no one to brush his hand across my cheek
Or know the flutters of my heart with a glance
Or disarm me with a smile
There is no one in this world whose soul is
The other half of mine
No one who is searching for me to make him whole,
To complete his life
No one who will neither possess me nor be possessed,
No one whose heart beats as one with mine
No one whose embraces stop time;
No one whose caresses spread fire down my spine
I have no one who will give me his heart
No one who wants me to give mine
And it's so much harder in the night

Sandra-3 4 00-Age 19