You lay depressed in your bed at night because, you cant remember what a nice long warm hug feel like. Touch starved.

You just feel like crying, drowning in your own tears until you create a puddle, because all you want is arms wrapped around you to cuddle. Touch starved.

You long for a touch, a hand to hold, without a warm embrace, your world feels so cold, touch starved.

The feeling you miss, from a warm gentle kiss, lonely, sad, depressed, just hate feeling like this. Touch starved.

So, if your listening to this poem, and right now you may be feeling sad and blue, here is a virtual hug, from me to you. Touch starved.