ACHES [Wattys Winner 2015]

Feeble wants you

The smoke rises,

As it takes my spirits with it,

Flying without bounds.

The crave for you,

Is rising again,

As it gives me chills over the entire skin.

The reality is that I was with you once,

I felt you once,

And sipped your love in my boughs strong,

Yet falling apart.

You ripped me off,

Making me weak with every bit of me in your servitude.

I thought, I had loved you,

But then why?

Why do I need you 

When I am flying high,

On the rising smoke.

I need you,

The weak emotions inside,

The feeble servant inside needs you,

To make me feel powerful.