Crave by DarkRiver I sit here in my lonely room.  I whisper, soft, her name. I know that she can't hear me, but whisper just the same. Everyday I miss her, crave for her soothing touch. I know that I can't have her, but miss her oh so much. I look up to the ceiling, my eyes shed soft a tear, Knowing that she's so far now, while I, I'm still right here.