Okay, I bet your wondering why I have four poem's on my account, which, are pretty much the same poem? Well, to answer that question is simple, way back in May I wrote orginal Troment of loneliness( which turn 6 hours) and then for the next three day's I wrote these. I can't answer your question as to why I wrote them, I just did. But like I said they pretty much the same poem, but they each are very different from the orginal, so, please take the time and read them, as, I think you will like them!

Troment of loneliness

Version 2

I can still feel your hand in mine and I smile,

one godly pure smile because for one moment I forget

I can still feel your hand in mine and I smile,

one godly pure smile because for one moment I forget.

I forget that you’re not by my side,

showering me with your warm kisses.

I lived for those kisses.

The pure intensity of your mouth on mine,

the strawberry tasted that lingers afterwards.

Oh, god,

what I would give to feel you again!

When your tender hands make contact with my skin

…I shiver!

And now how my body is starving for your touch,

and how my lips thirst for yours.

For which there is no end.

Torment of loneliness

Version 3

I CAN still feel you hand on mine and,

I smile one godly pure smile because for one moment I forget.

I forget that you’re not by my side,

showering me with you warm kisses.

I lived for those kisses.

The pure intensity of your mouth on mine,

the strawberry tasted that linger afterwards.

Oh, god,

what I would give to feel you again!

When your tender hands make contact with my skin,

oh, how I shiver!

And now how my body is starving for your touch,

and my lips thirsting for you.

For which they’re no ends

and I’m left here obsessing over memories we shared.

Oh, but,

I fear to lose them for each memory is slowly fading

Torment of loneliness

Version 4

I CAN still feel you hand on mine and,

I smile one godly pure smile because for one moment I forget.

I forget that you’re not by my side,

showering me with you warm kisses.

I lived for those kisses.

The pure intensity of your mouth on mine,

the strawberry tasted that linger afterwards.

Oh, god, what I would give to feel you again!

When your tender hands make contact with my skin,

oh, how I shiver!

And now how my body is starving for your touch,

and my lips thirsting for yours.

For which they’re no ends and

I’m left here obsessing over memories we shared.

Oh, but,

I fear to lose them for each memory is slowly fading from my weakened mind.