deprived

despised,
the thought of leaving you
of loving from afar
but even sitting next to you
i'm never where you are
if i could get inside of you
i'd still be worlds away
i'll always be deprived of you
and that's why i can't stay

bereft,
no touch of fingertips
that glide across my skin
they're callused, you can't feel the thrill
you're stirring deep within
if i could get enough of you
i'd never be without
i'd give up food, and water, too
a happy sort of drought

depraved,
the thoughts that stew in me
i slowly slip inside
i said that i could let you go
i said that, but i lied
if i could have a trace of you
i'd save it in a jar
and place it so the light shines through
my ever-burning star

(c) 2004 jordan baugher