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Forever dark storms gather

Deep inside of me,

And there is no hope

For this tattered soul of mine.

Longing, wanting, but all

Just barely out of reach,

And I can’t touch it or

Hold it close to me.

Something needed is missing

From my heart,

And I ache inside

Knowing that I can’t have it.

Time can be cruel I know,

And this sorrow grows;

Lover’s hands untouched

And fate is weird.

I gather the darkness

Inside of myself

And forever weep for

Future loss of me.

Someone is needing you;

Don’t you feel them?

Forever this despair grows

Until I am able to be with you.