Touch Like an angel..

As I stood in the shower...
Letting the warm drops fall on me...
I cannot help but think of her..
Her golden silk felt skin brushing against me..
Her touch were like soft feathers upon my skin..
But it is all lost...
To my own cause...
She loved me but I didn't love her..
I craved her..
I wanted her..
but she is lost to me..
Yet I miss her touch...
That warm soft touch..

Like an angels feather upon me..
The nights we shared together..
Nothing but a memory now..
Her soft breath upon my arms...
I miss her...
All these small things..
I miss..
I crave..
Thus I regret..
I regret the decision that made her turn away from me..
Perhaps I did not choose right..
But alas it happened..

The extra grain of salt in the wound..
Is that it were by my own doing that she are gone now..
Her silken touch...
Her soft touch like an angel..
Only warmth left to me are the blue drops of water falling ever so soft on my skin..
Trailing down the drain into the darkness..
Where I am..
Alone..In the darkness..
Forever...

-Mybrokenwings