Forever Drifting Poem by Taylor Kincherlow

Believing I am is something I'm not,
I know theres a war that needs to be fought,

I need to be touched with gental hands with an open heart,
A heart that bleeds through me so where I'm drowing in a sea of love,
It seems that won't happen because that girl has not yet been sent from up above,
Soft hands clinching my soul,
Even softer lips caresing my lips,
I need the feeling of being wanted so that I know I'm not flawed,
I feel as if I'm not able to walk only crawl,
With a heart not made of coal, I want to get drunk from your love while I take sips,
Slowly but surly we'll see the end in time but as I know of your only a figment in my mind.

I struggle to deal with this emptiness inside me,
It swallows me whole with no end in sight,
It seems that I'm all out of fight,
The wisdom inside me has aged but the anger inside me has rage,
A fiery pit of misused feelings and mirages of emotions,
I continue to drift like the currents in the ocean,
I need to see all things beautiful and jovial,
Needing to see this makes me seem so very folly,
But I know that all things are pure odly

Lay your hand upon my face, let the heart beats continue to race,
I thrive from the passion of your kind words