The Wounded Souls

I have wounded her soul;

No longer I am whole.

I am lonely for sure, though deserving.

Always wanting you here, as you were yesteryear,

But I fear it might be too unnerving.

I've gone over the edge and created a wedge,

Between me and the one that I love.

I'm down in despair, she should not vaguely care,

She is giving me all I should have...nothing.

I'm so near I hear her, yet light years away,

I can feel the breeze of her movement.

She's moving you see, not at all close to me,

As I long for her but for a moment.

Lo that won't be enough, I need to be touched,

What I beg for is her to forgive me.

I will cherish her soul, I will let her control,

Her own life as I control mine.

It's something I lost, I was praised to exhaust,

All my words in the wrong kind of lines.

She will just have to see,

The new me I can be, I've moved far away from my old style.

It's been quite a climb, I've grown just in time,

I will face her and know she will let me.

Because I know in my heart, this is really the start,

Just to know that she cannot forget me.