Wasted, Wanton, and Weary by Mike Williams 01/14/2016 @ 6:32 P.M.

My world is lonliness full of heart-felt pain. 
I droll, drum, and drag behind a smile. 
Inside I'm unraveled, unhinged, awaiting to live a little while. 
How I miss love's bliss and tender the kiss came. 

I remember the touch, the clasping of hands, and caresses clearly. 
I am haunted by the soft shine of eyes and tender wetted lips. 
And wonder what's in store for me as my heart and breath skips? 
Without love tomorrow seems wasted, wanton, and I am weary.