Touch me

Is there a point in falling,

if I am unable to kiss the sky?

Does anything ever matter,

if all things are trivial?

Am I worth more to you,

knowing I am yours?

Why do we ignore each other,

if we truly crave to be one in all ways?



Built on lies and deception breaking hearts of glass with stones,

carrying pain are the wings of featherless devils.

An angel without a soul to hold underneath of my sorrow,

tears cried by hearts with only deaf eyes blinding me.

Singing lights burning out to the darkness inside of my eyes,

feeling all fall from view to understand the questions you wouldn’t ask.

Let’s go to the place we hide from ourselves to find,

how deep our pain has actually grown.



Calling your name,

screaming your touch,

holding your heart,

fearing your love,

facing your light,

to be one in you.



Tasting your flesh,

making you wet,

touching your thighs,

lost in your eyes,

finding my way,

to be one with you.



I don’t see the reason for the failure,

reaching out to hold you, empty-handed.

You speak bubbles in cartoon images,

my heart melts under your touch.

Will you hold me beyond my shame,

am I still what you long for at night?

Wanting nothing but the only thing I can’t seem to grab,

falling away in the fear that consumes my life still.













Johnny Newell