An Incomplete works of poetry

no name for this one

I'm cold

I'm empty 

I'm dead inside

like a hole in a paper through which a gnat flies

I just want to feel your warm hand laid against mine 

I just want to be with you until high tide

I want to kiss you

I miss you

 this poem is not for your eyes

I've seen you smile 

I've seen you cry

 yet I still can't decide

I'm cold

I'm empty 

I'm dead inside